My love, I love cheeses

My love, your nipples are hard like an old comté
Firm and soft together, sweet under my tongue
When I lick them, very slowly and intensely
The best silky texture when they are very tiny

My love, your pussy is creamy like a camembert
Just affined to be ate, creamy when she squirts
Never I would like to share her for nothing else
I'll lick her as long as I wish to be like in heaven

My love, your clitoris is like the best roquefort
I love to lick her slowly and to eat with grape
To slide some in your pussy as l put grape
On a slice of bread with a piece of roquefort

My love, cheeses are sublime when well prepared
For their taste but your body is like many flowers
When I consider your perfume, precious, sensual
Your nipples are tulips, your pussy is a red rose

An answer to "Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese" by G.K. Chesterton