Sunday, July 16, 2023

Thing Number One Hundred and Seventy-Nine

The one hundred and seventy-ninth thing I love about us is eating a root-beer float together. Two straws, one spoon, and your sweet, sweet, foamy lips.

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That Most Sweet Affection

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...