It’s all the simplest ways in which I feel most in love with you. Playfully pinching your voluptuous thighs, kissing your belly as you giggle and fight me off. Feeling your small face in my hands as I run the electric razor across your overgrown undercut. You are my perfect match. Small and beautiful, opinionated, and pouty, strong and capable just everything I could have ever asked for in a person all wrapped up and looking out at me from honey colored eyes. And I feel dark and saccharine looking into those amber eyes. I both want to cruelly bite you, mark you, possess you and wrap you safely into my side and place butterfly kisses upon your brow.
You are my soul mate.
Nena
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