you have
a weakness
for flour
and sugar, eggs,
all
mixed and
baked
until the point
of warm
and rising.
add cinnamon
and your done,
giving up
all your deepest
and darkest
secrets.
with you, it's
just your lips,
and legs,
and hips to
get my confession.
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