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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