Their noses met
In a colourful embrace
Before he poked her in the eye with his, and her in his nostril with hers.
‘My darling,’ she whispered breathlessly as he wrapped his muscular arms around her dainty waist, ‘we shouldn’t be doing it like this’.
‘Hush, my sweet,’ he replied, huskily, ‘let me just breathe you in’.
And so it began…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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