You are very well done,
Like a steak grilled to my perfection;
Grilled to my liking.
You always perk up my ears
Whenever you talk,
And I love to hear your voice,
Smooth, like chocolate,
I want you to melt on my tongue
But knowing how things work for me,
You would go straight to my thighs.
And then I would be mad,
Hateful at those extra pounds…
I'd love to drink you up;
You are like a tall, cool glass of water
That I so desperately need.
Why you can't be mine
Is but a mystery to me.