Whispered on a lazy afternoon, when the sunlight pools on the floor like melted honey. FrolicMe, please please — not because I'm bored, but because my skin remembers your laughter, and my feet are already twitching toward the grass. Let’s tumble into somewhere soft — a meadow, a memory, a mess of tangled sheets and tangled limbs. I want the reckless joy of a chase, the gasp before the splash, the breathless surrender when play turns to something deeper. Please please, don’t make me ask twice. Uncurl my seriousness with a grin. Dare me to run. Catch me when I fall. And when we’re dizzy and dusted with delight, let’s call it what it is: FrolicMe. Again. Always. Please please. Would you like a shorter version or a more sensual / romantic tone?
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