Vanilla and Musk

I wish I were vanilla
in another life I'd be,
the kind of girl who wore
fine vanilla so lightly

put together? always
elegant? a must
poised and très intelligente;
while I am more robust

I laugh and sing and smile
they play games with their eyes
I'm silly and juvenile,
They never speak their minds

I wear fruits and spice and musk
I let my person out
and to their scent; vanilla
they hold a life devout

I may be adventurous 
but I will never be
the kind of girl who wears vanilla
vanilla isn't me