her skin was like wet cinnamon
deep dark viscous
sparking sharp deep within
glimmering shimmering honeyed
sticking in your eyes
leaving dusty shadows behind
her skin was cinnamon
suspended in oil
for that is what she was
slick sexy spice
infecting your every thought
spreading across your brain
floating above the liquid of your thoughts
her hair was scented of cinnamon
leaving sharp kisses in the air
glittering scents
when she walked
or shook her head
my heart follows
her eyes
were filled with cinnamon
hot heavy humid
burning into sky
as she watched the world turn
her mouth was shaped like cinnamon
searing
burning beautiful words
falling out
branding air
with cinnamon
she was Cinnamon
her breath was peppermint
if you have seen her
you are fortunate
my eyes are still seeking
my heart is yearning
my mouth desires
cinnamon
