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Dec 2018
And when he finally comes up
from between my legs
to plant a kiss on my lips,
he tastes of coffee and me.

It’s a good thing
I love coffee.
*** love coffee
Bret
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Bret  20/F
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   Fawn, Mathew P Nangolo and Cheryl
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