we did what the moment wanted. And when we were done with it, the
moment was left wanting
nothing.
And when we were done with it, we were left wanting
it over again. And, nothing preventing the same,
the same
came
true,
- to pass,
- to repeating itself,
surpassingly well
until we both felt, well,
a bit too much. And you bit,
but not too much
for you
and we fit
like a pair of shoes. Brand-new,
but broken-in.
two
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