Imagine the scene. Two young lovers. A moonlight night. Soft breeze.
He turns to her and gazes to her eyes.
“Honey, I love the colour of your eyes. But tonight please close them so I can gaze at the art on your eyelids.”
Imagine the scene. Two young lovers. A moonlight night. Soft breeze.
He turns to her and gazes to her eyes.
“Honey, I love the colour of your eyes. But tonight please close them so I can gaze at the art on your eyelids.”
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