My love for you borderlines on the toxic. I can’t stop eating you. If you ended up being illegal, I would be the biggest junkie around. Your tastiness exceeds anything I’ve ever had before in my life. Even spaghetti. Even Beer. And when you’re dipped in chocolate… Holy fuck, it’s like somebody just dipped an orgasm in another orgasm then made me orgasm again. My only issue with you, is that I can’t seem to stop eating you until I feel like the man from the beginning of Monty Python’s “The Life of Brian.” Can I have a thin mint, sir?
With all the love I could possibly possess,
Me
PS. Even the strawberry burps I have are tasty. You’re so perfect.
