erliebt ....
really with butterflies in my stomach, loss of appetite, rumknutschen and hours of great conversations.
No, it's not about sex. If I want sex I go to a pub and ask the ass at the bar if he does not want to spend me a drink. Everything else will take care of itself then
No, I want to see the sparks fly, to feel a kick in the stomach and eagerly await the next call, the next text message or even the next meeting.
I wonder if those feelings disappear with future wrinkles.
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