MARIE AND TATE's LIPS COLLIDED WITH THE SAME INTENSITY AS LIONS FIGHTING OVER A BLOODY DEER CARCASS IN THE AFRICAN HEAT.
HE TASTED LIKE FRESHLY PICKED STRAWBERRIES IN THE SPRING. HER BROWN HAIR TANGLED IN HIS GORGEOUS DIRTY BLONDE LOCKS LOOKED LIKE A FROYO AND TASTED EXTREMELY DELICIOUS...MUCH LIKE A FROYO.
