by April Bender
That cheese encrusted on my plate, I want it.
I lick it off my fork and
This is love.
Once again, I've been swept off my feet by
cheesy, unconditional love.
And I'll go back for more,
all the love I can get,
on a plate, in a cup, in a cone, down to the bone.
There is no one I turn away from.
I never turn away from love.
I long to be filled up with love.
Suck the last bit of love off.
I'll glide home aglow with my
sweet, cheesy, unconditional love.
Last updated September 07, 2011