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Soft kisses, like butterflies, were placed on your body, to show you my non-dying love for you. Our clothes, long on the floor. Your fingertips trailed along my body and the only time my lips would leave yours, was whenever we've both run out of breath. Tonight, it was my pleasure to please you, as it was the only time I'd ever have the chance to. And I wanted to use every second of it.

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