My bedroom moment

How rousingly swell it was to have kissed your pretty face, during our moment
of solemn bliss, perhaps a dozen times or even more as I recall. That sacred
delirious feeling in simply wanting to be that extra more. With our lips in equal
rapture towards our solitary romantic night. I must declare while lusciously
gripped by this fantasy of which I choose not to ignore, in knowing just how much I
want in having you even furthermore. How achefully sweet in having you on my
mind, both day and night, since I dare to say this to be my grandest moment of
sensual delight. How about another round? Before its time to bid our final farewell
just prior to walking separately out that same old door just like our forty years ago.

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