Cinnamon Kiss

Cinnamon Kiss

The sweet pepper smell of cinnamon permeates;

I can't wait, with my wild heart rate,

For you to satiate my needs and abate my seeds.

Drain my body, pull upon my soul,

Tug at my skin, make my head spin.

I'll be the ruler of hell if this is a sin,

When we begin to be akin within.

Outside is tingles and energy;

Our bodies are ready to feel the steady beat,

From head to feet, of another's heart beat.

Skin pulses, veins throb,

Clothes come off,

Inhibitions come off;

Skin finds intimate skin,

Matching those feelings within.

Nothing else exists,

Except Two and the one thing that persists,

The sweet pepper smell of a cinnamon kiss.

My Queen

My Queen 

Sometimes I'm a jerk who doesn't think before I speak

But that doesn't mean my knees still don't go weak

Sometimes I say things that are poisonous and mean

But that doesn't make you any less of my queen

Sometimes I might not appreciate what it is for us you do

But I still think we're equals, it's not a me plus a you

Sometimes I'm short, curt and obscure

But that doesn't mean my love for you isn't pure

Sometimes I might not treat you the best

But that doesn't mean that I love you any less

Sometimes I might act like I'm sitting high above you

But I'm not, you're my perfect partner and I love you

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