My mouth tasted like a minty explosion, and then I remembered.
This was the taste I wanted my lover's tongue to taste as they explored the recesses of my mouth, this essence of mint, this lingering, pleasant flavor that so inherently said that this was the reason they were here, because in that tasting, in that moment of sensing, they realized that there was so much more to loving me than my appearance, or what I could do for them. That underneath it all, there were the very little quirks and oddities that so wholeheartedly said me, it was as if they had been screamed off a rooftop instead of discovered with a kiss.
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