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Your skin tastes of caramel, cornbread and sweet.

Golden, honeyed orange with long, steady legs.

Burn me, bury me in smoked cinnamon and heat.

Mornings smell like syrup, like brown molasses candy.

Full proof, straight up. Empty glasses, full ashtray.

Your mouth stings of chocolate, sex, roasted coffee beans.

Magnificent, rich, mature, seductive; you are air to me.

Vanilla smoke and rye, a pull - not push - away.

Set fire your flavor, breathe your heat on and inside me.

Cornflakes steeped in bourbon, aged oak cask and cherry.

Syrup-soaked raisins; your scent stains my pillowcase.

The love, sex and fever you give flavored like saltine toffee.

Shaking until I get a taste, for when you bring me to my knees.

Dry bourbon, wet palate, vanilla notes that slip away.

You roll on my tongue like native verse, bitter yet soft and sweet.