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Send ‘*’ to kiss my muse full on the lips. (or CHEEKS)
She smells of lilacs and vanilla and tastes just as sweet, so how could he resist her petal colored mouth when she offers it? The kiss is short, but she reaches for his face and takes his cheeks in her palms, holding his face still as she works her magic spell upon him. How could so much love be held in such a small gesture? And how could those rough lips make her knees tremble so?
She lingers even after the kiss breaks, caressing his cheeks with the tips of her fingers before she’s ushered off by her handmaidens to start her day.











