Gingerbread Man
how you taste in my mouth
with spicy, ginger, and cinnamon
my head rolls with my eyes
staring up beyond the trees
that observe my satisfaction
that's how I feel when it's just me and you
with spicy, ginger, and cinnamon
Gingerbread Man
how do you make me feel so safe in your arms that are warm in the oven
I can't get enough of your spicy voice
calling my name when you press your frosty lips against my neck
Hello! Please give me feedback I would like to get better at writing poetry this isn't my first poem but my fist to be published. :3
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Author:
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Comments1
Welcome. This metaphor is a most unusual one and causes the reader to think. Gingerbread is sweet and from the oven warm two elements in common with love. It is a cute write. Well done.
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