I spy you over the counter,
Oh how you tease!
I must have you.
My tiny hand reaches out
And you are mine
Oh, stolen cookie
you are my joy.
Your perfect chocolate chips,
tantalizing smell
enveloping warmth
all melt in my mouth
in a sweet, indulging
bite.
They must not find us together,
my splendid treat,
secret lover,
forbidden friend,
luxurious delicacy.
Although I wish it were not so,
you must leave me.
and piece by piece,
you disappear, never to be seen again.
How I wish you would return,
that we might join once again.
And as your taste leaves my mouth,
I long for more
I cry out in despair,
for you are gone.

  1. snazzybabble posted this