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Sugar And Coffee, Stir Me
The smell of burnt sugar permeates the air.
I need to move or I'll pass out.
Hands exploring,
My own.
I don't need a man!
Just someone to to tell me right from wrong...
But your coffee, aftershave
(So unlike the unfrivolous man I think I know) and sweat,
That scent that is wholly
Yours!
Fingers dance, mouths collide,
Your exploring.
Hands,
Not my own.
I need to move or I'll pass out.
Hands exploring,
My own.
I don't need a man!
Just someone to to tell me right from wrong...
But your coffee, aftershave
(So unlike the unfrivolous man I think I know) and sweat,
That scent that is wholly
Yours!
Fingers dance, mouths collide,
Your exploring.
Hands,
Not my own.
Published 9th Jun 2016
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Anonymous
9th Jun 2016 2:35pm
Great imagery! I had to set my coffee down to read it 😉
Timid
Timid
9th Jun 2016 2:38pm
9th Jun 2016 6:29pm
1st Jul 2016 5:43am
Mmmm I'm a coffee fan, n I couldn't help but think... What if the woman tasted like coffee!? Mmmmm I'd drink endlessly lol
1st Jul 2016 7:30am
