[ CW ] Write a lesbian love poem ( About two women or an ode to a woman from the POV of another woman )

Whenever I go to Taco Bell 
 I remember you, 
 and I order the Cheesy Gordita Crunch 
 because what else is a girl gon na eat? 
 
 Now we wo n't mention the metaphor, 
 or the euphemism, 
 or whatever you want to call it. 
 You know the one, 
 two tacos, 
 bumping, 
 but that's not what this is about. 
 
 It's not that I think your nether-regions were particularly cheesy. 
 Neither is it that I found anything about them crunchy in any way. 
 It's just that that's what you would've ordered -- 
 the Cheesy Gordita Crunch -- 
 and so I order it in memoriam. 
 
 And look, I think I may have misused that phrase. 
 I do n't want to give off the impression that you're dead 
 because obviously you're not. 
 But you are truly gone, 
 and truth be told, 
 I sort of wish you were dead. 
 
 But let's not get sidetracked, here. 
 Let's focus on the topic at hand -- 
 the Cheesy Gordita Crunch. 
 It makes me think of you, and all the cheesy taco-bumpi -- 
 no, I'm sorry. I said it was n't about that, so I should pause. 
 Let's just say, it makes me think of you. 
 
 So whenever you read this 
 wherever you are, 
 probably at some Taco Bell drive-thru somewhere, 
 I hope you'll order for me. 
 Nachos. Extra cup of cheese. 
 You always did know what a girl liked.
