Orange

My favourite smell is a freshly peeled orange  
My favourite feeling is your mouth on my neck  
Your hand between my legs 
Your fingertips grazing my skin  

Touch me again  
And, after, I’ll bring you an orange  
And we can suck the sweet nectar together 

You’ll tell me it’s your favourite fruit 
And I won’t tell you I already knew 

The smell of fresh citrus will envelope the room,
Sticking to your fingers and your tongue  

Kiss me, wrap me in orange 
Peel away my worries 
And burn them with cinnamon  
Fill my senses until there is only you