It used to be his smile, his eyes or his broad shoulder and tall stature.
Now it's the way he caresses me with his words, ever so tenderly.
I am convinced he soaks them with just the right amount of medicine that my heart requires.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC
It used to be his smile, his eyes or his broad shoulder and tall stature.
Now it's the way he caresses me with his words, ever so tenderly.
I am convinced he soaks them with just the right amount of medicine that my heart requires.
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