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Sep 2017
it was a cold night,
covered with blankets,
"let me make your coffee", i said.
she sipped from that scorching mug,
ranting how brewed it was,
asking, "where's the sugar, love?"
i smiled back,
then
swiftly kissed her.
and whispered,
"there you go, let me spill it all over your ******* lips."
kahel
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