Princesses sleep in big beds, right? right right We find this princess -- we'll call her Princess X -- alone in a bed for Two. not just a normal two, either - a Two of lover and loved and love She must be proud to have such a pretty bed. what good does it do her? She wastes it with cold legs and unheld back and lifeless hands. We could sleep in her bed, if she'd sign it over. We should take it over. it can be a peaceful sort of coup - we'll plead our case - i'm sure she'll understand X is too young and silly to sleep with a love and such a bed deserves love we are perfect for it you can do your three jobs there. (you always do so well, even so...) It's still pretty (I'm still the same for my newness and my oneness with you) even with no pricesses (or maybe Two).
Reason for writing:
a weekend away
Birth sign: Leo
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