Do that, always.
Do that, always
One time at night we were in my kitchen, dancing and she did this move that set my soul on fire. She dropped, low to the ground then sprung back up like it was nothing, and smiled and kissed my neck. My god! I shouted Do that always! Even now, wherever she is I pray she does that, always.
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