I cannot imagine a life without you. A life without your sweet essence would not be a life worth living. I take you within me, and you fill me with such warmth. You warm my body to the very core, as I savor your delicious flavor upon my tongue. One taste of your liquid soul sends me into a fury to take as much as I'm able to get, before your place before me becomes nothing but an empty shell. I know I am selfish, crying out for more as soon as I become satiated and finished with the first offering, but my body cries for you. I can no longer function until my lips touch your saccharine exterior. I am like a mad man until I get my fill of you, hands scrambling to receive more when you have none left to give.
You have been in my life for as long as I know. My senses have become so overwhelmed because of you. You are my oasis in the desert, my final reward at the end of the day. My thoughts wander during my missions to when I will be able to see you next. And your amazing scent... your deep smell of spices sends a wonderful shiver running down my spine. Many people I know question your worth, scoffing at my obsession with you and what you have done to me. But they, the uninformed masses, have obviously never had their lips kissed by you, never had the pleasure of lifting you to their face and taking you in for all your worth. They've never had their bodies warmed just from your first touch, never been filled so fully by you, again and again. They will never experience the narcotic properties you seem to have over me – you are like a drug. I keep coming back for more, never being able to have the same sensations I felt the first time I took you.
And yet, I must stay away. I am grateful for my missions at times, because I know because of them, I will be forced to part from you. But when I am away, my thoughts are filled of you. I yearn to see you, to touch your delicate exterior. I yearn to inhale that amazing scent that sends me reeling to have my way with you. My mouth waters and my mind wanders as I think the ways you will consume my body. And as I consume yours.
And that is when I wait impatiently for the missions to end. This is when I yearn for home. I am left to only imagine what I will do to you when I come home. When I pour hot, steaming liquid upon you and I watch you squirm, swell and expand at the warm touch. It is then that I take you in and savor you upon my tongue. You swirl and expand in my mouth, right before I drink in your liquid essence. No one but you evokes such emotions such as these from within me.
No one but you, my sweet, tender ramen.