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Coffee. His name is coffee.

written by: Aleck Solier



Your smell entices
I am captivated
My pulse begins to rise

A dark temptation
I am enslaved
My heart has soared in flight

Addicted to you
I seek your taste
Please listen to my plight

I am attracted
There is no other way
I need you in my life

Aleck Solier

Aleck Solier

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