you're a whore but I can't resist.
light brown and loaded with sweetness.
just a taste of your strength livens me up.
yea, you're a whore but I can't get enough.
Almost everywhere I go, people have had you.
and the ones who haven't don't know what they're missing.
the ones who just tried you, want some more.
because you're the opium to the masses.
the sweet drug that keeps me alert.
and her, and him, all of them.
My coffee, Java, cappuccino, espresso.
The addiction is satisfying to a night untimed.
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