Devour You

A written ode to the love of my life.

To my Italian darling,

I love your company, your scent in the air, hinting at the pleasure to come.

You are hot to the touch, full of promise as you fill me with desire.

This lust I feel for you makes me crave to devour you, and I will do so slowly, sensually.

Some people say that too much of you is a bad thing for me, but how can what we have be bad for me when you make me feel so good??

I love the way you tease me, enticing me to have you anywhere and everywhere, right then and there in front of the entire world and to hell with what people think.

I want to taste every curve of you with my lips, I want to draw a map to my heart on your body with my mouth.

I want you each and every day for the rest of my life, for ever and ever, for eternity and an hour more.

Yes, in the past you have given a part of yourself away to other men, and that pains me.

Normally I am not a jealous guy, but with you it’s totally different; I just can’t stand to see you in the hands of another. 

I care too much for you.

But I know this is in your nature and it’s not something that either of us can change, and I accept that.

Still I want to be with you, because I could never tire of you and the joy that you give.

What I’m trying to say is this:

Pizza, I love you!

Author's Note

Critique is always welcome, but I hope you know that this isn't meant to be taken too seriously. ;)