Tempting red.
Kindling a thousand fires.
Smells like cinnamon.
Arousing sweet desires.
Cool and calm.
Honey sweet charm.
Hits like cloves.
Touches like doves.
Salt and mint.
Hides without a hint.
A tingling pickle.
My heart she tickles.
Feels like rose water touch.
Her unintentional brush.
My heart she cuts.
In little cashew nuts.
Sweet like jaggery,
Her laughter- when she has had me.
In countless pieces,
My soul she dices.
Oh how mercilessly, she crushes and slices.
Every evening when I lie down beside her,
She plays with me-my mistress of spices.
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