Christmas With Cinnamon by CJ Heath #CinnamonTreats

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I’d resolved to spend my Christmas

with the homeless and the poor.

The girl I’d chose to help

didn’t say she was a whore.

I took her from the street

with the thought to get her warm.

She borrowed my pc

and searched the net for porn.

As the film clip loaded

she said she’d been a star,

then across 24 inches

she appeared in just a bra.

It was what I saw her doing,

in her swimming cosy,

that should have been a hint,

she may just be a prozzy.

I was a little shocked

where I saw the marrow go,

maybe I was naïve

but still, I didn’t know!

Then she turned to face me

and she told me her name.

She was called Cinnamon

and life will never be the same.

I paid her a twenty

though she’d only asked for ten.

She grinned and said that…

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