The double-ninety-fourth thing I love about us is sharing something with two straws. And then sometimes neither one of us is sipping and the straws maybe get switched around and who knows whose lips were where the last time we took a drink!
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...
I was sure there was going to be a toe pun in here. But this is much better.
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