Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Thing Number Three Hundred and Forty-Eight

The three hundred and forty-eighth thing I love about us is the pure certainty I feel within your arms that I am safe.

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That Most Sweet Affection

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...