Analysis of Hot Jalapeno

My bacon I sizzle inside.
My hot jalapeno I cried.
From the moment we met I died.
Your my hot jalapeno I cried.
Now that I found the way off track.
The sweat runs sharp as a tack.
Cut my emptiness with your food rack.
Leaving is empty hold your grasp.
Squeeze it out of me.
Your my one and only hot jalapeno you see.
You clean me out with your plea.
Screaming like a hot jalapeno tonight monami. Your fiery hot see what I got.
Bananas and potatoes hope it cures the spot.
Your so smoking hot.
If it was a food planet you see what we got.
It is all to cure the soul.
Even in rain or snow.
What direction we end will know.
By the light of our love we'll grow.