It may be.
It may be the constant feeling of pleasure you give me that arouses my senses.
It may be the constant compliments you throw my way that eradicates my flaws and insecurities.
It may be the constant looks you give me that make my eyes fall into a deep crevasse with yours.
One emotion, and I can sense your intention.
One compliment, and I can forgive myself for my imperfections.
One look, and I can carry you back up the crevasse we both fell in.
One of you was all I have ever asked for and whatever you have to offer, whatever it may be, is all I need.
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