The three hundred and twenty-second thing I love about us is studying the whorls inside your ears or the fine hairs of your eyebrows when you're absorbed in watching something on television.
You are such a sneaky peeper sometimes!
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 are such a sneaky peeper sometimes!
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