without love, pleasure withers quickly, becomes a foul taste on the palate, and pleasure’s inventions are… — James Baldwin
without love, pleasure withers quickly, becomes a foul taste on the palate, and pleasure’s inventions are soon exhausted. There must be a soul within the body you are holding, a soul which you are striving to meet, a soul which is striving to meet yours.
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