Appetite

This is not a brag, just a statement of fact.

My appetite has never been satisfied.

It's ok. I know how to take care of myself.

But the way you look at me?

The way those eyes bore into me, blazing with the light of a billion suns?

Like you're calculating…

Just.
How.
Many.
Licks.

To get to that Tootsie Roll center of that Tootsie Pop.

Makes me think…

Maybe I've finally met my match.

… care to find out?