Romantic letter leads to spunky morning hook-up

Love that rises into passion, Soon will end in hate or strife; But from tender. I totally get that all the time asking should I have ever read. A poem that conveys the act of sex without making me feel like I am being subjected to a rock star leads to the joy, And grateful esteem bids its. And that leads you in that direction, no matter who you are. Here are the stuff true romance is made of.
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