Brownies

Thu, 10/06/2016 - 18:32 -- 1chy1

The warm chocolate smell is carried through the house,

It lured me to the kitchen like a wandering mouse.

My mouth starts to water like a running faucet,

If it's not how I like it then I'll have to toss it.

The heat that escapes into the air,

A second more I just can not bare.

The sight of it makes me feel oh so good,

I wish I had more of it in my childhood.

The rich taste of the brownie on my tongue,

Takes me back to the memories of when I was young.

This poem is about: 
Me

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