The fifty-fifth thing I love about us is the taste of your mouth after you've been eating ice cream.
Is this why sometimes when I am eating ice cream and I say, hey, this is really good ice cream, you should get some too, you say, no, I'm good?
Mm-hmm.
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Is this why sometimes when I am eating ice cream and I say, hey, this is really good ice cream, you should get some too, you say, no, I'm good?
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