As I had my bagel in one hand,
Cheese oozing, dripping like it had a plan.
Golden, molten, daring escape,
Sliding down slow in its creamy shape.

My tongue reached out, slick with desire,
To catch the flow before it fell to fire.
That salty tang, so rich, so bold,
Melted heat, like stories told.

I eyed the crack—soft, delicate, tight,
Everything seasoned just perfectly right.
Sesame, garlic, poppy and more,
Like jewels lining a secret door.

I parted it open with fingers precise,
Steam met my lips—god, it was nice.
Inside, the cream lay thick and deep,
A promise made my hunger weep.

Ran my tongue through, slow and neat,
Down from the rim and over the feet.
Each stroke was firm, a swirling slide,
Letting flavor burst and feelings ride.

I teased the edge, then took a bite,
Filling my mouth with pure delight.
Warm and wet, it kissed me back,
A savory dance, no rhythm lacked.

I closed my eyes, lost in the feast,
My appetite turned into a beast.
Every chew, every suck, every taste,
No crumb or drip would go to waste.

And as I leaned back, lips a mess,
Fingers coated, shirt distressed—
I smiled at what this moment gave:
A hunger fed, a craving brave.