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"Oh, you humour me today."

He has always known how to tickle her bones and fancies. His limericks of love until her sight sees grey. His proclamations of lust even when her beauty turns pale. When he makes her laugh, canned laughters of helium and mirth - just burst, burst, and burst. 'Til her mandibles and stomach hurt.

Being enamoured through his quirks and foibles was like luridly touching felt finish for her: emollient and nearly addicting. Or like suddenly receiving a snail mail on a cumulus cloudy day: old-fashioned yet overly gratifying. He has never failed to amuse her. He shall always be her jester-in-disguise.

A dandy seventieth month of love from me to you,
my loverly Der Rosenkavalier.

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Eяin Heяoin

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naks, how very richard strauss ;)
@Eternal Wanderer:

YES! Mr. Strauss, it is! And uh, what it is your name, please? :)

@Manech:

Hee, thanks. :)
He misses making you smile/laugh.

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Merely Merriments

"Oh, you humour me today."

He has always known how to tickle her bones and fancies. His limericks of love until her sight sees grey. His proclamations of lust even when her beauty turns pale. When he makes her laugh, canned laughters of helium and mirth - just burst, burst, and burst. 'Til her mandibles and stomach hurt.

Being enamoured through his quirks and foibles was like luridly touching felt finish for her: emollient and nearly addicting. Or like suddenly receiving a snail mail on a cumulus cloudy day: old-fashioned yet overly gratifying. He has never failed to amuse her. He shall always be her jester-in-disguise.

A dandy seventieth month of love from me to you,
my loverly Der Rosenkavalier.

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