120 beats per minute as we edge slowly closer, our hands tingling as we touch and
the energy courses through us, sings melodies in a language only we know. You are already more beautiful than any letters could ever hope to be.


heart being ripped from my chest. Not for my body convulsing from the pain. Not for
A love like ours can’t be put into words. Words are just letters trying to work together to
120 beats per minute as we edge slowly closer, our hands tingling as we touch and
♪ Sweet baby, our sex has meaning, know this time you’ll stay ’til the morning
Duvet days and vanilla ice cream, more ♪ than just one night together exclusively



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