Is It Just Me or Did This Starbucks Just Get Hotter?

It would be nice if I could sleep but my skin keeps replaying the feel of your hand under my shirt;

the way I’d catch you looking at me as I laughed to myself, all the while spilling coffee and my secrets on the table;

you silently stroking the ink on my inner thigh, and making my heart strings quiver under such close inspection;

the soft, subtle breeze of your breath on my neck making me tremble in all the right places,

I knew from the beginning you were trouble I wanted to get into, but I never would’ve guessed you had the power to make even trash turn me on.

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