Comfort

Such unassuming spheroids. Oh please! Keep your jacket on! Your eyes looking at me as I pierce your rosy skin with silver barb. I marvel at your homely comfort; a loving hug wrapped around your form. Hands cupped follow the curve of your criss-crossed, crisp, salted crust. Melting smoothness merging and melding your fluffy, creamy flesh. Be careful not to burn your mouth as you bite - this is one hot potato!