Coffee.
You remind me of coffee.
Freshly ground coffee beans ladled onto a mug with all the strong chicory.
A little warm-to-hot water, and I am already smelling you.
Black, without any sugar.
Quite mainstream, but I prefer to believe that you can only be an acquired taste.
But that much caffeine will not let me sleep at night.
I love you that much.
* Statuatory warning - This is a spiel that needs to be rolled out at the right moment and at the right stage of a relationship. Else this could go horribly wrong
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