Ignites a spark in every fibre of my being, with each touch I get a glimpse of eternity he introduces me to.
So glad, so glad to have him, his heart, him, him, him, his hands. His touch. Gentle, cool yet warm and homely. Like that wind chime giving a sense of comfort, protection and guarantee of being constant.
Guarantee, oh guarantees
Hope they remain true, never have been, you never know.
A/N: I will be adding more and editing this soon.
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You Honey, You
Storie d'amore||My universe will never be the same I'm glad you came||
