Ode to crawfish

Colorful cajun crustaceans, how I love you.  I do things to you I wouldn't do to any other food.  I twist you, I suck your head, I pinch your tail.  All in the name of love.  And love hurts.  You make my lips burn.  You make my fingers raw.  And if I happen to scratch something delicate, like my eye (why oh why does my eye always betray me and itch after I've dipped into the spice?), you reward me with a blazing explosion of pain.  Yet I love you still.  You are my drug.  Please don't ever leave me.

The afterglow aftermath.