The no Titled Ulysses

Verbose

I opened my eyes , kissed your hue and went back to the silent, strident strike of seldom ,satisfactory memory of us in wonderland when kisses were wet as the lovely weather of May . It was weird, wild , and wearisome but I liked how I went back in time to the first primitive kiss we exchanged on a day so sweet as honey and perfect like the fragrance of your perfume that I felt weak to the knees and gave you a full potential , pressing , piercing contact of my lips on your neck . I love you sexy babe . Blow me a magnanimous ,magnificent , marvellous , moisty, and mournful kiss to ease my mischief and melancholy.