Drew's parents were the ones to come forth with the marriage proposal. It was more like a business merger contract, but it wasn't too bad. I had heard about Drew, and he knew about me. I didn't mind being held by him, and I suppose I could imagine a...
I'm on a high now, drunk on the taste of his lips, drunk on the memory of the shape of his lips, his soft tongue, and how we made love in our own way, with our lips.
I've been waiting ever since we met, to get a taste, his delicate soft pink thin lips calling out to every nerve ending of my body. And today they sung.
Throwing caution to the shy wind swirling between us, they sung.
...the sweetest melody.
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