still, after a thousand years, i am in love with you. my love is going stronger and stronger, making my legs only weaker. and this i must say, we could finally start with our forever.
𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒.

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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.