The scent of cinnamon assails my nose,
My hair is tangled with the aroma.
And where I try to brush the strands from my face,
I only leave a bigger mess
of brown sugar, vanilla, and spice.
The sun seems to make everything exposed,
My skin is filled with nothing but warmth.
And when I try to touch the shade,
I only touch summer nights
Of salty air that only wants to entice.
On my lips I could taste you forever,
The safety of all the you bring.
I feel as if I am A seductive tempting sight.
The look that you have in your eyes,
Makes me feel devoured.
Brushing of the flour that is so stubborn,
Is like brushing off the pain of day.
Just your touch brings comfort and security,
As if we were only and alone for miles ,
A satisfying breath of a lovers power.
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