Cheese theory.

CHEESE THEORY.
sneak

His theories are irrelative.
He has a brilliant mind.
She is more impressed -
by his manly firm behind.
He studies quantum physics.
She studies Eminem.
He writes calculations.
She writes now and then.
'Relatively speaking',
he says as she disrobes,
'You should not judge a women -
by the volume of her globes.'
He always kills the moment,
with diagrams and charts.
Romance as been tainted -
by his lessons of the heart.
Sex is no exception.
His theories are displayed.
Black holes plague his mind,
as he is getting laid.
The make-up of the universe,
the infinity of space -
control the look of ecstasy -
upon his youthful face.
He rants about his thesis -
as body fluids flow.
'The gravitational pull -
on a single flake of snow'
He talks about the 'Big bang'
as he ejaculates.
He screams the names of scientists,
including all the greats.
His theories are irrelative.
His universe is here.
A true eureka moment.
The equation is so clear.
Love plus sex and happiness,
multiplied by two.
'I do not need infinity,
all I need is you'
He knew it sounded corny.
But cheese is the new black.
He's ditching quantum physics -
in favour of the sack.