Coffee. You beautiful Brown inky bastard.
I love you.
If I didn’t wake up with you every morning,
I don’t know what I’d do.
Your taste. Your aroma. Your silky smooth caress.
My lips.
You wake me up. You make me creative.
Make me…
Me.
Coffee. You beautiful Brown inky bastard.
I love you.
If I didn’t wake up with you every morning,
I don’t know what I’d do.
Your taste. Your aroma. Your silky smooth caress.
My lips.
You wake me up. You make me creative.
Make me…
Me.
right there with you on that
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