The three hundred and second thing I love about us is the freedom you grant me to have a generous soul. Something holds me back, sometimes, when you're not there. But in your presence I feel unchained to endlessly do good.
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...
It's who you really are, you know! I think maybe when you're not around me you think you have to save up your generosity or something, and then when you're around me you know it's not me you're saving it for because just being around you is enough for me. So then you know there's no big reason to save it!
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