I could look into your eyes forever.
Not with the sappy, romantic dreams, but with the wide awake, wide eyed smile, the impish lust for adventure.
There is plenty of time to laze around under tress swirling your chest hair with my fingertips.
I want to grab your hand and tear off into the forest and get your new shoes muddy.
I actually have a hairy chest and got new shoes last week.
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