The odor of our taste. The wine of our touch. Our savory embrace.
A banquet of delights beneath the sheets.
A journey was made more than once to the mountains and the valley below.
The spring erupts, perfect in it's timing.
The journey is the means. The end is the beginning.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
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I printed this.❤️🙏
Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.
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