Blue cheese

Hey blue cheese

You tickle my taste buds

And make me think of you

Every lunch, breakfast and dinner

Before I take every stroke of breath

And my squashy lips taste you,

You are lip licking good and mouth watering bad

If I had a way to cuff you, I would throw you into this abyss

To get lost in it and feel the Bermudas triangle effect you create on my thought

Like a moth to the fan I am blinded

My emotions like earth oven bread they are baked,

Ripe like the raspberries and thick with juice, a juice maker would say

Let my tongue feel the anticipation of the salivary glands from the delicacies before my wolf hungry eyes

You are  finesse like aged Italian Gorgonzola, Roquefort papillon

The way you melt with sexiness under the hot sun

Like a slice of cheese on a cheese burger

You must have been prepared by a professional old chef

Endowed with age old hands on experience

Your room, a seven star kitchen

The hot fresh aroma on a cold chilly morning,

Not shrimp, not lobster not fried crab

garlic, coriander, asparagus with melted cheesy sauce

I breathe in with effort as I close my eyes

If obesity is a disease I am ready to wash you down with some aged Chateau climens

Because my emotions are already in a comatose

A pill to the brain; blue cheese