Cheetos,
I had such a wonderful time with you last night.
When I awoke this morning, I looked at my fingers, and thought instantly of you -- the remains of our passion on my fingertips, orange the new color of my desire. One by one by one, I put each finger in mouth, on my tongue, so that I might taste you one more time.
Your moods are mercurial -- sometimes you are crunchy, sometimes you are puffed. Even once you were simply baked. There is no shame in this: one day, I w...