From April showers

"The sun kisses my soul first thing in the morning as it peaks through the blinds draped over my window. Im only truly awakened when your lips kiss my skin while your eyes peek through the window into the depths of my soul. So gentle. So warm. Is this how the flowers feel during spring time?"

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