He's encountered you in New Zealand, in a snowy Alaskan spring, and at a midpoint between desire and need. He's spotted you on street corners and in airports. He even had you at 3 am on the Las Vegas Strip. Your instant effect makes his nerves dance a mazurka, and he daydreams of your refreshing coolness in August and sensual sweet heat in December. He spends too much of his hard-earned cash on you, but he knows you're worth it. You're the first thing he craves in the morning, and in his sleep he mumbles your name: Espresso.
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