They cling together, her skin scent cinnamon
Molasses trickling in rivers down her thigh
Her hands in his hair, pink pepper in saffron
He exhales cayenne pepper in a post-coital sigh
He teases her, she tastes ginger on her tongue
Cumin and galangal roots growing in her throat
Wasabi-bitter memories of when he was young
And the sweet taste of truth in the words Jiraiya wrote
Her eyes are cardamom seeds, his are sapphires
They're fierce and tenacious and eager to please
There's certainly no vanilla when it comes to desire
As they blend together fiercely like cloves and star anise
Devotion their virtue, hot-bloodedness their vice
Naruto and Sakura, pink sugar and warm spice