Biscuit

I f*****g love chocolate and sweets. Here's a small ode.

Oh unexpected soul-mate, 
I adore each ingredient!
So I impute it to fate, 
though my love may seem expedient.

 Not one chip on your shoulder,
only chocolate ones in you. 
All my praise could fill a folder, 
or perhaps, quite a few. 

Your only flaw is transience. 
How is this ‘us’ to survive?
All I want to do is eat you;
there’s no ‘us’ if you’re not alive!

If someone else was to bite you,
I’d take over despite you... 
But oh baby, oh biscuit!
I think that we should risk it.

I shall try my best
to preserve your crumbly sphere, 
for there's nowhere I’d rather be
than next to you, right here.   

Author's Note

Say whatever you will about any of it. I'll never revoke my passion for them cookies.