He Makes Me Hungry
you smell like chai tea
and your eyes are the color of cinnamon
your hair kisses the tops of your shoulders
in delicate waves, it frames your face
i only ever want to make you smile,
so i can enjoy those dimples
that counteract your stubble
and solid stare
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