The kiss that would turn my lips to a work of art
Stained my mouth once more.
That sting of comfort against my tongue
Pulled me, kneaded me, hooked me by the nose.
What is it about you that keeps me in hunger pains?
Your golden halo?
Your musky wood aroma?
Your gooey center?
Your Italian sausage?
I can't help myself around you.
I always have more than my share.
But who can blame me?
****...pizza...

Epilogue:
Can it be true?
I'm having this cholesterol-induced heart attack
All because of you.