Cinnamon Rolls

You know,
someone once told me that you’re
the equivalent of a drug.

My munchies didn’t lie.

I don’t realize that I am craving you
until I’ve wrapped my tongue
around your warm center.

In a lot of ways, you’re the love
of my life
whether it’s your smell
or the way that you taste.

Everything seems to go away
when I have you in my hands,
my lips wrapped around your skin.

Even when you’re gone,
I lick my fingers
you and your cinnamon frosted sweetness.

The sad truth? Most of the time,
I am not hungry.

It’s truly the little things,
the ones that come in the most
wonderfully discreet packages,
that make life worthwhile.