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"if only i had an enemy bigger than my apathy, i could have won."

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"home is wherever i'm with you." - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

i have a habit of wandering,
therefore i get lost a lot.

cum cappuccino. / Wednesday, April 1, 2009 @ 5:29 PM

[ what you are about to read,
may confuse you,
startle you and who knows
for some of the kinky ones;
it'll excite you. enjoy. ]

a cup of cappuccino; that's what you are.
the fragrance, the aroma, the scent fills my lungs.
the container stands still as i take a stroll,
balancing on the edges of the rim as the steam
oozes up my spine; sending several shivers.
it was intriguing, it was enticing, it was inviting.

how can you disagree? neither scalding hot
nor deep freeze, it was perfect in temperature.
taking my chances from time to time i would
occasionally have a dip, have a taste of
what is beneath all those dark beans and foam.

"MILK!" i call out, "I SMELL MILK"

oh and boy, do i see it as well. excellently shaped,
incredibly white as I did the only thing left to do,
i stop with the foreplay. i stop with the teasing.
no more occasional dips, my clothes are off
and all i want to do is dive in.
i catch my breath before i drown, and i take
a very long and deep breath before i start sinking in.
my teeth, my lips, my tongue; they're everywhere.
searching, looking for that extra bit of flavour.

i suck on hard as i find the source of the sweetness.
the source of the foam, the milk, the foam.
i bite, i gnaw, i suckle; and in turn the foam turns
milkier, whiter...almost virgin-like.
as if for the first time, the first taste is the most
delicate thing it has ever felt, ever seen, ever smelt.
spinning and twisting and swiveling,

a mix of colours all rush together.

a mix of scents all join together.

milk, beans, foam; i taste all of you

and i want
more
more
more
more.

but i have to stop,
there's always a limit to these things
and before i know it;
my breath smells of you, cappuccino.
my clothes stink of you, cappuccino.
my cum smells like; coffee.

i've taken my swim a bit too far this time.
oops.

but i'm still hungry;

why don't you come over and feed me this time?

funny thing is: i don't even drink coffee

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"if only i had an enemy bigger than my apathy, i could have won."
Profile "home is wherever i'm with you." - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros i have a habit of wandering, therefore i get lost a lot.
cum cappuccino. / Wednesday, April 1, 2009 @ 5:29 PM [ what you are about to read, may confuse you, startle you and who knows for some of the kinky ones; it'll excite you. enjoy. ] a cup of cappuccino; that's what you are. the fragrance, the aroma, the scent fills my lungs. the container stands still as i take a stroll, balancing on the edges of the rim as the steam oozes up my spine; sending several shivers. it was intriguing, it was enticing, it was inviting. how can you disagree? neither scalding hot nor deep freeze, it was perfect in temperature. taking my chances from time to time i would occasionally have a dip, have a taste of what is beneath all those dark beans and foam. "MILK!" i call out, "I SMELL MILK" oh and boy, do i see it as well. excellently shaped, incredibly white as I did the only thing left to do, i stop with the foreplay. i stop with the teasing. no more occasional dips, my clothes are off and all i want to do is dive in. i catch my breath before i drown, and i take a very long and deep breath before i start sinking in. my teeth, my lips, my tongue; they're everywhere. searching, looking for that extra bit of flavour. i suck on hard as i find the source of the sweetness. the source of the foam, the milk, the foam. i bite, i gnaw, i suckle; and in turn the foam turns milkier, whiter...almost virgin-like. as if for the first time, the first taste is the most delicate thing it has ever felt, ever seen, ever smelt. spinning and twisting and swiveling, a mix of colours all rush together. a mix of scents all join together. milk, beans, foam; i taste all of you and i want more more more more. but i have to stop, there's always a limit to these things and before i know it; my breath smells of you, cappuccino. my clothes stink of you, cappuccino. my cum smells like; coffee. i've taken my swim a bit too far this time. oops. but i'm still hungry; why don't you come over and feed me this time? funny thing is: i don't even drink coffee
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