There’s a moment, when my lips touch yours in which my world implodes. There is sense and purpose. A pride in a particular craft in which only in your presence improves.

There’s a moment, when my lips touch yours in which my world implodes. There is sense and purpose. A pride in a particular craft in which only in your presence improves.

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