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Oct 2017
The touch of a fingertip down the spine;
Your kiss tastes a little like coffee, more like sugar-
Sweet, raw.
And you undress me with your brown eyes... I fall in your arms- shaking, almost half alive.
An ice cube between your lips, melts.
Pearly beads all over my *******.
And then we make love-
You keep me half alive.
Oh how I miss you. I made coffee today, just the way you liked. Too sweet, a little too sweet. And I pulled down my curtains, and I let the smell of coffee intoxicate the air inside my room until all I could feel was you all over me. I miss you so much.
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CAS  20/F/India
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