He Was Only a Chocolate Chip Cookie...
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 those
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 didn't 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.