The one hundred and sixty-fifth thing I love about us is putting my ear to your ear and imagining I can hear your thoughts.
Uh-oh. Now when you do that instead of me thinking how wonderful and snuggly it feels, you're just going to hear me thinking, "Oh no, she's hearing my thoughts right now, I need to be having really good ones!"
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...
Uh-oh. Now when you do that instead of me thinking how wonderful and snuggly it feels, you're just going to hear me thinking, "Oh no, she's hearing my thoughts right now, I need to be having really good ones!"
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