Rub the poetry out of me
Twist your voice just the way I like
Between my fingers and round my heart
Burn me smooth, baby make my blood spike
I'll grind the poetry against your body
So pull me from everything I've ever known
And boy I'll make your pleasure all my own
Sprinkle that hot pepper all over me

Tease the music out of me
To the rafters I’ll proclaim your name
Whisper to me my fate,
How I’ll never win your saccharine game
Unbutton one more, my king fantasy
Your chest is my confidential downfall
Pure masculine beauty—I want it all
Your hot pepper will reign forever over me


© Jaz Rogers

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓗𝓞𝓣 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮!