Taste.

Taste.
Unlike any that was ever conjured together.
Abnormal, unique, clever.
I tried but I can’t quite piece you together.
My taste.
Sweeter than nutella.
With a hint of cinnamon.
Are you coming with a purpose?
Are you determined to win?
Pause, play, rewind lets start again.
I refuse to fast-forward, that’s how fuck ups occur.
If I knew the familiarity in your taste, I wouldn’t be in such a blur.
I’m a lady but I’d be damned if I’m limited.
I guess a little sip wouldn’t hurt.