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I am greedy for you, my sweet, with unabashed love. I am, at every moment, one moment from thoughts of you. The honey-toast color of your soft skin, Your thin, small mouth -- how particularly do I love to kiss your mouth, parting your lips to taste the sweetness of your tongue. There is nothing that pleases like the sound of your voice. How sublime, when I thought I had heard its range, Laughed at its mimicry and trash, studied its strength and resolve, To hear a new tone, gentle and assuasive, shocking for its honesty and care. The things I would give to you are foolish in number. When weighed against my heart, the things I say are childish and drab. I am at your side, m'dear. Double your joys and halve your sorrows? My pleasure. |
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| k2 |
*melt* From boyman to grilled cheese merci |
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| k2 | whoops, I mean grazie | 020110 |
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| k2 | Strike that, I mean danke | 020110 |