harlequin: sista style by rasputin's daughter babe nothing quite as satisfying as my head buried in your armpit my shoulder falling asleep inhaling our funk stepping over strewn jeans and empty video cases eating cookies made just because swishing dish water captured on film so later you can watch your honey doing household chores in your denim shirt serving lunch by candlelight toasted bagettes with hummus and cherry tomatoes nothing quite like love

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