You, Xeuryia, are sacred.
Much like the way your wet hair grazes your lower back when you step out of the shower, much like the chills that manifest on your abdomen as his lips graze your neck.
You, Xeuryia, are quirky.
Much like the way you enjoy eating Ramen noodles with chopsticks because it makes you feel cultured.
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You, Xeuryia, are a joy.
In the way your ways embrace my essence, you entrance me in hopes and dreams of better myself and being whom I've always wished.
I love when I find comments when I most need them. This is one of those times.
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