The three hundred and twenty-first thing I love about us is putting my fingertip to your nose and seeing you cross your eyes to look at it.
I'm going to need glasses or something if you keep doing that, though!
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...
I'm going to need glasses or something if you keep doing that, though!
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