Just a cup of coffee or maybe a trip to hell,
I suppose it’s to early to tell.
Your eyes light up when you see me,
A quick and strong embrace shock me.
A tepid conversation over sweating cups of ice coffee.
Queen Margaret Professes…
the art of n.s. piotrowski
Just a cup of coffee or maybe a trip to hell,
I suppose it’s to early to tell.
Your eyes light up when you see me,
A quick and strong embrace shock me.
A tepid conversation over sweating cups of ice coffee.
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August 4, 2008 at 3:43 am
Steven
So. I like, and it’s a break from your usual bent. . . or not bent. Lol. . .