Smut.
We spend the evening decorating our mouths with different flavors, and then making out and having the other guess which sweet flavor they are tasting. I start with drinking a mug of hot milk and honey you immediately love it and cannot quite place it, until you do we rinse our mouths out thoroughly with water to cleanse the pallets and then you hit me with a recently chewed mouthful of rasberries, fresh from the fridge cold, sweet, with tiny fragments of seed leftover still and your delicious tongue back and forth all evening with our favorite flavors watermelon, tea, chocolate, and hot, gooey marshmallow. oh my god. each make out creatively reflecting the flavor each one unique and sweet god I adore you as you giggle and pull away excitedly