I love to hear raindrops falling on the roof - a cool breeze caressing my heated skin, as I listen to your heart beat feeling your naked body beside me. Then, you roll over and hug me in your sleep, and silent tears of gratefulness for this glimpse at perfection come to my eyes.Birth sign: Scorpio
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