The three hundred and seventh thing I love about us is how often the way I'm so ridiculously lucky sneaks up on me and startles me. I'll never get over the glowing surprise I feel, almost every day, to be so loved.
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
You need to stop being surprised! I've been here a while now you know and I'm not going anywhere! : D
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