Cinnamon Gum, Victoria Zickas

She gave me a taste

A delicate, silver wrapper

Encased the sweet

Sugary, flavor 

Cinnamon gum

She uses it to

Entice me, draw me

Back to her

And I’m lost again

Cinnamon gum

The same color as her

Eyes that gently

Glance my way as

She lightly slaps my arm 

Cinnamon gum

I can’t look away

From her drawn on converse

To her thin, dark brows

I am lost in her 

Cinnamon gum

She keeps warm with

Woven socks and

Her cheeks are doused

With a layer of silky blush 

Cinnamon gum

Just the way her

Handwriting swirls

When the pen hits her paper

Gives me palpitations 

Cinnamon gum

I should have known

It was a trap

With those sly shoulders

And tinted lips 

Cinnamon gum

Her nails a deep

Shade of red

Almost claw-like

Addictive like a drug 

Cinnamon gum

The way her eyes

Land on me when I speak

Makes me crave more

Especially with her smirk 

Cinnamon gum

Pale powder that

Fails to crease,

Ageless perfection

Sits before me 

Cinnamon gum

A mysterious pleasure

I want to taste more

Of your wonders

Give me more 

Cinnamon gum

I don’t care if you

Are a trap,

My obscene pleasure

Cannot be stopped 

Cinnamon gum

Wrap me with your dark

Luscious hair and cool toned

Skin, keep me entranced

My beautiful succubus