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There is a nervous excitement…

That accompanies our little arguments.
Though my face grimaces…
My heart blushes at the sight of your
Palatable lips, strong shoulders and hands.
Hands that frantically try to assist
You in conveying your point.
Hands that usually guides my hips
When inserting your point.
She sometimes forces me to concede.
The way your brows furrow, chest flexes
And your voice echoes my name sternly…
Warms her…us.
Making up is she and I’s favorite part…



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