"A thousand times I've kissed your lips. Felt them receive me freely with no resistance, just us. A thousand times, I've imagined you pressed close to me. An embrace of holding all of you, smelling the firstfruits of the morning, smelling so good. A thousand times, of light of your smile to fill a room, lets me know it's good. A thousand times, you remain as beautiful. Not knowing the many times I've kissed your lips. Held you and just lost count."
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