Soupy Senpai

The Microwave

     I gaze in admiration as you spin around on the turning plate of the microwave, your delicious innings held by the bowl. 'The Support', as I always call it, because of the way it cups you inside it and keeps you save from all kinds of strange things that could make you unattractive to my taste buds. You may only be in the microwave at this stage, but I can already sense your creamy liquid running down my throat and pleasing me. I am unable to bear the wait before you can be sent on the maiden voyage, so I use the time to stare fondly at you. I notice you blushing from under my skin, and I feel all gooey inside as I wait those last few crucial seconds before you are ready.