He was only a chocolate chip cookie

He was only a chocolate chip cookie……..but i loved him

I met him at a party. There he was at the end of the buffet….a loner, the last one on the plate. He had a certain something……….a sweetness, a sensuality. He was one hot cookie. I felt as if i’d always known him……..hungered for him.

When he looked at me with thoes warm brown eyes, i melted. Before i knew it, i had my hands on him, my mouth on him….in public. After that night we were inseparable. With him i could be myself, He didnt seem to care what mood i was in, How i looked or even if i gained weight. Together we had the recipe for happiness. No one satisfied me like Chip.

THEN THINGS CHANGED

My friends said he was no good for me . He started to give me heartburn. I felt crummy, but it had to end. Now weve gone our seperate ways I hardly think of him anymore. Oh if i see a certain T.V. commercial. a particular magazine ad, a coupon for money off…that old longing returns. And when we run into each other in the supermarket, we nod. We’re friendly. But its OVER!