His lips on my skin, a toast to the celebration; passionate heat rises.
Entwined limbs like dewy branches, outstretched and reaching for more.
Perplexing intuition, gathering moss ~
Still with you;
Always here.
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
His lips on my skin, a toast to the celebration; passionate heat rises.
Entwined limbs like dewy branches, outstretched and reaching for more.
Perplexing intuition, gathering moss ~
Still with you;
Always here.
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