i have to resist the urge to squeal with joy every time we meet.
you’re so delicious, i wish i could eat a ton of you and not get nauseous.
i like you best a little burnt – sometimes i provoke this particular consistency just by putting a slice of you in the microwave.
the outcome… a feast for my senses. mmmh.
you are awesome.
stay as you are… and be sure, you will have a devoted fan – as long as my cholesterol allows it.