Poet/Predator: A conversation over Coffee
“So…what do you want to talk about?” She asked shyly, gentle hands cupping an ice coffee.
“We could talk about anything. Work, classes, the weekend. Family or friends. Anything you want” I replied, tracing the rim of my own coffee. Black and still steaming.
“I don’t know where to start”
“Then I…
Reblogging this again because, dammit, I like it. And It won’t leave me alone.
Shit. Guess I lied. Here it is again. Whether you like it or not.
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Damn you, you cheesy slut. This is wonderful ;;__________;;
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