i always make two cups of coffee. one for me, and one for you. one filled a little less than the other, always giving you more, for you deserve better. i fill yours to the brim, the way you like to enjoy. i pour the coffee when it is just as hot as your red cheeks. the froth hugs onto the brim, the same familiar offwhite of the irish cream it settled with. all for you, my little irish lover.
// Lillianna Payton //
i'm sorry these are so horrible.
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caffeine?
Teen Fictionthey were like my daily cup of coffee... perfect, sweet and an essential part of my day. // Completed //
