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Mid-Night Coffee [She Ground My Beans]
My mid-night coffee
I remember drinking You in—
a chaser to the love-juices
that had crept in between Her legs.
Stroked and now stoked,
used, but ne’er abused—
for selflessly, She ground My beans.
I remember drinking You in—
a chaser to the love-juices
that had crept in between Her legs.
Stroked and now stoked,
used, but ne’er abused—
for selflessly, She ground My beans.
Published 28th Sep 2016
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Anonymous
28th Sep 2016 9:45pm
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2nd Oct 2016 8:11pm
Thank You so much, Friend! I deeply appreciate that. This is a very endearing dedication to an intimate friend of mine. I am thrilled that you dig it, too. Having a great time here, and love it here!
3rd Oct 2016 5:23pm
this is somethin raw and sexy
makes me wanna call my lady up
and ask her
hey baby,wanna ground my beans tonight?
hahaaa..
makes me wanna call my lady up
and ask her
hey baby,wanna ground my beans tonight?
hahaaa..
