Sex and Cinnamon (I want you)

I want you
The same wrung out old cliché
No heed to pay to shame
No time for your incomprehension
You might not be as pretty
But your beauty struck thunder
The very first close encounter
Deny all you want
I won't do it anymore
You turn me on
A whole turbine on fire
Of the beautiful machine
I want your body
Even if it means
Fighting with your mind
Your scent is like sex with cinnamon
I entertain the thought of shellshock
This confession would give you
Steel on concrete
The kind you feel in your teeth
But I want you
I want you
Damn do I want you