I can’t think when I’m surrounded
by your splendidness,
in your subtle, spicy scent,
your touches too much
for me to take in,
my skin swimming in drunkenness
over your presence.

You are like rich cinnamon
that smells so intriguing,
that tastes so mouthwatering,  
that enhances my sensations for you,
needing you more than I need myself.

You wrap me
In your bundle of bliss,
held captive in your hot passion,
waiting for you to come
into my cell and fill the void to my core.