When you met me at the coffeehouse you could tell I had an edge. I wasn’t like the girls from the neighborhood -- generic and vanilla.
My sexiness dared you to look away and promised to make you pay if you tried. My eyes first, then the whole look commanded the attention of every man in the place but you had to know my secret.
You are mine-- hook, line and sinker and your desire to please me would take you places you only imagined in your hottest dreams.
No more vanilla, ever again, but cream with your coffee from now on.
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