Fall raindrops glisten across my windshield and I can't help but remember how much you loved the rain and how the soft murmur of the rain calmed you.
Each touch you left on me is like a roadmap on my skin back to your fingertips.
You can not deny how we both set each other's nights on fire while heated under cool sheets and hushed whispers.
Dile que tú eres mía, y yo soy tuyo.
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