you, soul mate.
your breath, your boiling blood, your heat, your skin, your lips, your love, your heart.
your you-ness.
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i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
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5 comments:
this is sweet
and for a
soul in love with love
heartbreaking
maybe just one love? or many loves all rolled into one big oozing love?
yes
love
(maybe not oozing)
enchanting
enitrely
enchanting
i'm telling you its oozing over here! :) yeah the enchantment of enchantment.
are you?
(holds out hand to touch her)
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