Cinnamon
Title:: Cinnamon
Genre:: Drabble, Vam
Rating:: PG
Summary:: C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips...
Notes:: Based on the song C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips by Ok Go, but only loosely.
Cinnamon
Cinnamon.
The hot, spicy kind, like the chewing gum. The can’t get enough kind. The tantalizing, addictive kind.
Hot.
Spicy.
Cinnamon.
Cinnamon Lips. Red hot, spicy lips that taste like the chewing gum. Lips that you just can’t get enough of, can never get enough of. Tantalizing lips that play with your sanity, lips that drive you crazy, addictive lips. Soft, smooth, luscious lips. Lips that make you stutter, C-C-C-Cinnamon lips.
You want to kiss them, bite them, taste them like the gum, but they just smile at you: that tantalizing cinnamon smile which you just can’t get enough of.
And when the hot spicy kisses finally fall on your own lips, you never want them to stop. They’re on your skin, and you can taste the cinnamon lips and you can feel them burning into your soul.
Cinnamon kisses that you’re addicted to, that you’d do anything to taste. Kisses from lips that taste like hot, spicy cinnamon that you fall in love with, that you can’t get enough of, can never get enough of, that you’re addicted to. Lips like heroin that taste of cinnamon.
My drug, my addiction, my tantalizing, captivating fixation: your cinnamon lips that drive me crazy. Your hot, spicy kisses that burn my body, burn my soul, that I can’t get enough of, can never get enough of. The lips that my dreams are made of, luscious and red hot and spicy, the lips that make me stutter as I call out for more, always more of your C-C-C-Cinnamon lips.
Genre:: Drabble, Vam
Rating:: PG
Summary:: C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips...
Notes:: Based on the song C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips by Ok Go, but only loosely.
Cinnamon
Cinnamon.
The hot, spicy kind, like the chewing gum. The can’t get enough kind. The tantalizing, addictive kind.
Hot.
Spicy.
Cinnamon.
Cinnamon Lips. Red hot, spicy lips that taste like the chewing gum. Lips that you just can’t get enough of, can never get enough of. Tantalizing lips that play with your sanity, lips that drive you crazy, addictive lips. Soft, smooth, luscious lips. Lips that make you stutter, C-C-C-Cinnamon lips.
You want to kiss them, bite them, taste them like the gum, but they just smile at you: that tantalizing cinnamon smile which you just can’t get enough of.
And when the hot spicy kisses finally fall on your own lips, you never want them to stop. They’re on your skin, and you can taste the cinnamon lips and you can feel them burning into your soul.
Cinnamon kisses that you’re addicted to, that you’d do anything to taste. Kisses from lips that taste like hot, spicy cinnamon that you fall in love with, that you can’t get enough of, can never get enough of, that you’re addicted to. Lips like heroin that taste of cinnamon.
My drug, my addiction, my tantalizing, captivating fixation: your cinnamon lips that drive me crazy. Your hot, spicy kisses that burn my body, burn my soul, that I can’t get enough of, can never get enough of. The lips that my dreams are made of, luscious and red hot and spicy, the lips that make me stutter as I call out for more, always more of your C-C-C-Cinnamon lips.