Love Letter to a Wheaten Friend

I hold you by my fingertips,
And push you further down,
In my hot, wet, deliciousness,
And let you slowly drown.

As you soften I release you
From my controlling grip,
You hover just above my cup,
From there I watch you drip.

Your round and perfect body,
Mouthwatering and warm,
Melts upon my eager tongue,
Losing its flawless form

I love you so, my dearest friend,
You're always there for me,
When times are hard and I'm alone,
I reach for the Rich Tea.