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Coffee Stirred......

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(�...she's my favorite house blend) � � �
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a little ginger, a bit of spice � � �
caramel macchiato makes it taste �just right� � � �
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and when I put it in (with a hint of warm cream......) � � �
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swizzled and stirred � � �
it never occurred to me � � �
that her hot, steamy grind � � �
could be such an aphrodisiac..... � � �
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.......closing my eyes, � � �
enjoying a cacophony of moans, screams and cries � � �
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hypnotic, � � � �
messing with my mind � � �
missing her blind � � �
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�It just gets better with time� � � �
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stirring that coffee � � �
warm bubbles teasing my head � � �
feminine eruptions from Lucy's pearl � � �
make me wanna' beat it up, � � �
pull back the covers and � � �
�put it to bed......� � �
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(.....ooh, �sweet dreams are made of this this) � � �
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a Stone soul picnic � � �
shared by two � � �
shades of smooth jazz and blues � � �
bathing in salacious splendor � � �
like sensuous lovers will do...... � � �
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�stirring her coffee, right � � �
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