max brenner
Friday, October 20th, 2006let’s name him my chocolate man.
he’s my chocolate man because he’s as sweet as dark chocolate. but dark chocolates arent sweet, you tell me. yes they arent. in fact my chocolate man prefers his sweet. but i prefer mine dark. so he’s still like a dark chocolate for me. my favorite.
he’s my chocolate man because he couldnt be taken for granted. people always crave for chocolates. i always crave for him. for his attention. for his sweetness. for the feeling that goes when im with him. it’s like eating a chocolate, it feels like heaven. sometimes ur satisfied with one bite. sometimes, you would always ask for more. but it’s impossible for you not to miss eating it.
he’s my chocolate man because one look and your mouth will water. (this is without sexual innuendos, mind you). he’s good looking and also looks nice and kind. a single look makes you want to know more about him. just like a chocolate, one look at it and it makes you want to go and grab a bite.
he’s my chocolate man because he’s liked and loved by everybody. everybody, maybe at some point in their lives, liked chocolates. and that’s the way with him. he’s the friendliest of them all. he’s the kindest of them all. but because of that i think he’s close to being gay. but maybe it’s not his friendliness. maybe it’s just everything about him. but he’s still my chocolate man no matter what they say.
he’s my chocolate man because he takes away my depression. one look at my chocolate man and my sour mood would be lifted. and when im not with him, i feel a little bad and sad. just like a chocolate, it’s one of the best anti-depressant ever made.
he’s my chocolate man. and i dont think i can ever find another one.
but what’s sad about craving and liking my chocolate man? he might be another person’s chocolate man… and i might just be one of those cheap chocolate girls.
