A hot shower doeth good like a medicine.

When salt and sugar kiss, the tongue swoons.

Lips taste, like love.

Touch — it undoes neglect.

The good life is unconsciousness, surrounded by a high thread count.

The warmest fires burn in the best togethernesses.

Music is the consumate lover: it kisses the ears, caresses the brain and undoes the soul.

Three things are good, four even better — thick cat fur between the fingers, soft slippers around the toes, a warm cap on a cold day and your hand in mine forever.

Good hair is always in love with shrimp.

Warm skin adores a cool breeze.

Eyes that look, ears that hear and tongues that tastes  — the  espresso machine has ruled them all.

Brewing coffee, sizzling bacon and baking bread seduced the nose and ruined her morals.

The sound of the door opening at the end of the day is the sound of love, loyalty and faithfulness entering our lives.

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