You are all I think about and all I dream about.
It is embarrassing how excessively I bring you up in conversation,
and my love for you,
the raw and true you,
is so natural and obvious to me
that I am shocked anyone can walk past you without stopping to stare.
The buildup has been too long.
I peel back the layers that cover you and admire your succulent curves.
I know this can’t last forever,
but right here and right now
you are the only thing that matters
and you are the only thing I can not get enough of.
You taste so sweet on my lips and tongue
I become like a ravenous animal
nibbling and licking
and getting your essence and juices all over my face.
But I don’t care and I can’t stop.
You are my sweet, sweet corn.
You are Incredible.