Dethroned.

Heart racing faster than a sprinter, as I prick you like a splinter. 
I'll make you blossom like the cherry tree does after a long winter, then explore your oceans like Cousteau's possessed my fingers. 
I am the summer sun that overwhelms your city with heat, you are the sugar on my tongue that has me craving sweets. 
As we mix together like cement before it paves the streets, you'll declare me king in the north before we even complete.