First sight attraction,
I swore you’re fine
Our gestures and signs
Made sweet interaction.
Then sticks fell in line,
Small bumps progression
I see love, passion
Fresh morning wine,
And outward shine
Of inward affection
As our possession
That keeps growing fine.
This is so beautiful!❤
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Thank you Shivani
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Such beauty.
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Thank you ma
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Lovely
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Thank you
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What a wow!
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Thank you
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