Dearest Pizza,
I write to you as I gaze tenderly upon your beautiful form. The way the garlic powder, red chili flakes, and parmesan cheese adorns your radiant form is nothing short of magnificent. My mouth waters when I stare at your sole.
You arouse my senses as I soak in your presence. The slightly acidic yet ultimately sweet flavor of your sauce is something I can’t resist, and for some reason, I long for you even more when you play it cool, a day or two spent in the refrigerator. You could never give me the cold shoulder.
I yearn to munch on your crust. I long to taste your fat on my tongue. I think about you constantly. Sometimes as I glance by the stores in my neighborhood, I’m reminded of you in all your splendor. I hope to engage in our elegant dance as we meet up and my single-minded obsession with you culminates in a spectacle I feel shy that others sometimes witness.
Love,
Izzy
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