Matched 

the level of maturity at which we converse sprouts buds of delight within my very being 

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i wish to sip away the hours with a good book in hand and my name on his lips 

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by night we’ll come alive and roam the wildest of streets in nothing but the latest Versace coats

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only to return to the palace we call home and the vibe we call love 

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