All I want is a Hot Pocket to love. A friend who is crispy and flaky* on the outside, but stuffed with gentle cheesy caresses inside. He would cuddle close in the loneliest hours of the evening, sharing my body heat so that some night, when I needed his sustenance and understanding, he would be toasty and ready for my belly.
I don’t really ask for much….
*I see the metaphorical problems here.