The two hundred and ninety-first thing I love about us is you, me, a big fluffy comforter, and hot cocoa with a dash of honey whiskey on a cold winter night.
Are you trying to get me drunk???
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...
Are you trying to get me drunk???
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