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


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