July 24, 1986

You know I can’t resist your charms, the sweet wetness of your mouth, the warmth of your sigh.

You’re so fragile, like a butterfly’s wing…as beautiful and soft as a rose petal.

Did you know a happy person will sing when they are alone?

I’ll bet you do.
I know I have lately.

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