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Your sweet embrace

your delicate kisses

your warm rich  voice singing words of love and passion

just to me, only to me

you swear

upon a thousand falling stars.

Let me whisper this back to you

sweetly, delicately

passionately:

My soul is yours to feast on, my passion is your drink, my body your endless night to take refuge in

if

amore mio

You do this one thing, this small thing for me-

Go start the dishwasher, I forgot to do it earlier.

Oh and let the cat out while you’re up.

Smooches.

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