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Making love...

isn’t just about slowing down the pace or whispering “I love you” while looking into your lovers eyes. Making love isn’t planned, it just happens. Making love is the loudest silence you’ll ever hear. Making love is more than two people, it’s two plus two souls. Making love contains a lot of ingredients but is simple to make. Making love will have you smiling for days. I was forgetting what making love is like so I had to remind myself
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