Cheesecake...C-H-E-E-S-E-C-A-K-E. It makes me feel like I'm floating on a cloud. It's just how the cream and cheese mix together and it just makes me go, "OOooh!"
But when me and the cheesecake are split apart, my heart cries it's name over and over again. I feel as though I'll never be complete again. Sometimes, when I'm really in despare, the cheesecake finds me again. His dear soul finds me in the night.
Then, when he does, he'll jump in my mouth and I'll feel complete once again. Cheesecake. He's my soul mate. When he emerges from his fridge, the hallelluja chorus chimes. They keep singign until that plate is licked clean. I'll lick that mess up like a dog.
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