I Can't Stop This Affair
It was a chance encounter, four years ago. I’ll never forget the first time I saw you. Of course, I knew your friends. I’ve enjoyed hanging out with them. But you made an impression. You looked so unassuming, yet, I had to have you. I brought you close to my body, peeled off your packing and there it was…your smell. There’s been no denying the attraction. I can barely control myself as I put you up to my lips. That’s it, I couldn’t hold back, with complete abandonment I gave myself to you. Every time you come near, I loose all control. I can hear you whispering my name. “Christine, Christine, I know you want me.” “Yes, yes I do, but our relationship is doomed. Oh Somoa, I’ve missed you. But wait, why did you change your name? Did you not think I would recognize you? I looked you up on Facebook, Twitter and You Tube. You’re all over the place. But I know you…inside and out. Ooh…my Girl Scout Cookie…my little Somoa or Caramel Delites, a name change is not going to take you away from me. You come into my life once a year and leave me uncontrolled for weeks and just when I thought I have you out of my system, you’re back…just like clock work.” I get excited, I know what will happen. You and I together again, even though your visit will be brief. I know I should move on, but I can’t. Your friends, Thin Mint, Do-Si-Do and Tagalongs stick around for months. But you, I can’t resist. I know our days are numbered, but I promise to enjoy every bit of your chocolaty, caramel, coconut, chewy, crunch while I can.
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