A THING OF BEAUTY

CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE FROTH ON UR DAUGHTER’S LIPS

FLAVORING HER THANK YOU KISS

LIGHT IN HER EYES

HUGS IN HER VOICE

HER HAND IN YOURS

YOU ARE HAPPY

LIFE IS A THING OF BEAUTY

 

SCENT OF PASSION FRUIT SHAMPOO ON UR WOMAN’S HAIR

FRUIT FLAVORED LOVEMAKING

PERFUMED LETTERS

CANDY VALENTINES

NAUGHTY LINGERIE

YOU ARE HAPPY

LIFE IS A THING OF BEAUTY

 

SIMPLEST JOYS OF FAMILY LIGHTENING YOUR LAUGHING HEART

FILLING THE GAPS IN YOUR BEING

A COMFORTABLE PLACE

UR CLOTHES LAID OUT

HOME-COOKED DINNERS

YOU ARE HAPPY

LIFE IS A THING OF BEAUTY

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