Cinnamon Lover
Elevated feelings of ecstasie
Fuelled by passion
Long lonely looks
Cocktails in dim
Smokey bar room
Short leather skirts
Hormones mixed with
Sweet perfume
You never tell me
What you want
Nor who you
Really are
Other than your
Brown sugar and ice
Dependency
I only know you as
A Cinnamon Lover.
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