It's officially the season of fall
As in, the season to fall in lust
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The season to fall into bed with the first warm body that makes it past orientation
The season to fall to my knees in front a vampire with a dominant streak
The season of cinnamon scented sins and pumpkin flavored desire
The season to salivate over the changing colors of red flags
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The season to await the frostbite on body parts only our eyes can see
And then eventually to wrap them with bows and cover them with tinsel
Then once they are unwrapped, to watch as they begin to defrost
And after the sun comes back out to melt the evidence,
To turn to ghosts til it's time to fall once more
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"cinnamon scented sins" I can smell and feel it!