Intertwined
Your lips against mine sounds like drinking wine on a friday night or dancing underneath the night sky as we watch speedy cars pass by, all risky yet beautiful things. Please don’t make me weep for all I need is your heart and mine to intertwine or at least for you to let me call you mine.
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