too much alike

πŸ“Έ freep!k

(very bonhomme, flirting smoothly, he asked her, —)
milady... why would I want to be today... a violin...(؟?)

(and she butterflied... to him... a tender answer, —)
maybe you'd like to be caressed by someone... (similarly)

(a person couldn't abstain at all and, smiling, said, —)
both of you bring joy, you're too much alike... i love it…

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs