Bryce Weyerman

Buttered Kisses

by Bryce McKay Weyerman
to Lindsey

The smell of cinnamon.
A melted heart and a smile.
Warming hands; in hand.
My I have this dance, in the kitchen?
A harmony of smells.
I breath you in.
You breath in me.
Intoxicated with your honey scent.
Lean in.
The promise of buttered kisses hangs on my lips.
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