Quissy
This little woman is making me beg
for her mix of sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg.
She has a taste so delightfully sweet.
This is a girl anyone would like to meet.
How I wish she could be mine exclusively.
However, this girl seems to pass me elusively.
She gives me a thirst an ocean cannot assuage.
I would applaud for each of her times on stage.
How I would like to write on her empty page.
I have an ocean tanker full of affection.
Come on little one, head toward my direction.
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