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.
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RomantikWinner of September 2017 The Flower's Awards in Romance . I become more and more determined to free myself from all limiting pressures.... To write .. To resolve to live life to the fullest , and vow not to be constrained by boundaries.. I will love...