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I fell to waste chasing that
brown sugar cinnamon.

I fell for nothing
that you didn't
feed me,
so many shells
of labor,
and not enough
letting you be.

I went under cover
with my craving
for you.

I failed to see the danger
in something so sweet.

Brown sugar,
Brown sugar,
you put the Cin-in-me.

I went farther than
under having no

I know the situation
this will become,
but I still want some
of that
Brown sugar cinnamon.
mmm, brown sugar,
somebody save me.

I'm getting weaker,
feeling like I'm
ready to explode.
I guess I've
been exposed
to long
holding out for,
Brown sugar

You have got to
stop being,
a tease,
my little brown sugar,

I was eating pecan pie....


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The following comments are for "Brown sugar cinnamon"
by coco

so cute, and where's my piece....Bob:)

( Posted by: poetryman [Member] On: September 22, 2004 )

Can you say...

I toyed with this idea in prose, in A Sunday in The Inner City.

This is very veiled and genteel.

( Posted by: Teflon [Member] On: September 22, 2004 )

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