Pure love the one you can't see the type to sneak up on you but still make you feel at ease love that won't let you sleep makes you angry but still taste so sweet wake up in the morning and kiss before brushing your teeth holds your hand tightly but still lets you be free the type that won't cheat be loyal and and caters to your every need be your stress reliever and sometimes creator depending on the day of the week the type that will work cook be your best friend and rub your feet the one that can take you to your sexual peak the one that don't expect anything back but love that pure love that's me
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