My passion for you cannot be measured.
Not in teaspoons like sugar or spices.
The feeling you give me is a treasure.
You are so perfect you have no vices.
The way you make me feel in my tummy,
it has a way of making me feel warm.
I feel like you will soon make me chubby
because you fill me to my true full form.
The tingles in my mouth after your taste
make me want more so I go for seconds.
I wonder if your touch has stained my face.
Your wonderful smell calls me and beckons.
I look at you to know when you're ready.
Oh how I love my favorite spaghetti.
