Cookies

By Averi Westerman

Walking by a warm room,
My nose catches the luscious scent;
Of freshly burnt sugar and chocolate drifting in the room.
As I was drawn over to the oven,
My eyes fixed on a plate of fresh baked circles of chocolatley joy.
The mouth-watering sensation of the amazing object begins.
The taste goes right past the edge of my lips,
My hand is uncontrollable,
I grab a cookie,
Take a bite,
And my teeth sink right into its soft,
Warm,
Chocolatley,
Sugary,
Interior.
Possibly the best cookie ever made.
Finished with my first the feeling is over.
Another temptation is centimeters away from my mouth.