Cinnamon

I saw you before you ever saw me
Carving your initials in that live oak tree
Sitting with your friends, having fun
White face tanned from the southern sun
Watching me as I ride on by
Beautiful day; not a cloud in the sky

Oh my, oh my, oh my
But I am, so very, shy

Walking home, caught in the rain
I’m feeling free, maybe a little insane
Jeans low on my hips, t-shirt soaked through
Feet bare and muddy; I see you
Driving up slow in that old beat-up Chevy
The rain warm, air sultry and heavy

You asked if I need a ride
My temptations are rarely denied

Passed right by my house and head to yours
My clothes trailing water on the old wooden floors
You taste like Jack Daniels and cold Heineken
Big hands pale against golden brown skin
Over breasts and hips, curves full and lush
Kissing up and down my body, no hurry, no rush

Wrapped a hand in my midnight curls
Is he really gonna rock my world?

The lightening flashed, the thunder sounded
The sky was dark; it boomed and pounded
And I moved on you, lithe and serpentine
Our bodies covered in a hot, moist sheen
Rough fingers gripping my tanned waist
Listening to my moans, watching my face

It’s a shame, it’s taboo, it’s a sin?
‘Cause I like sugar in my cinnamon?