M.A.R.I.O

February 12, 2018

My one and only cliché kind of love.

Arms wrapped around me tight and firm.

Ruffles of goosebumps rush all over my arms to my legs.

Intimate with just words and laughter.

Opened up to me as I opened up to you.

That was the MARIO I knew.

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