Top Chef.

Oh cook, oh chef
Make me something hot and sweet
Not too heavy, not too light
Something smooth and warm and good to eat
Mix carefully, slowly
But don't make me wait
So sneak it in swiftly
Oh top of my plate
I don't want a menu
You know what I need
To hold between my cherry lips
So bring it hence, I plead!
Something to take in bit by bit
As its heat starts to spread
From my feet to my head
Something to come to rest
In my center, the heart of me
Something that must be shared between two
On this we both agree
Don't stop, don't move
Don't ask what's the matter
Just give me your heart on a silver platter.