Someone Once Told Me I Was Like A Munchie

Someone once told me I was like a Munchie.
You know? Those yummy little squares
That they sell at petrol stations.
So I asked, bemused, "Why?"
Without pausing he said:

"From the outside, you look- just nice.
Not interesting, sort of dull.
But peel off the wrapper- you sparkle.
And admit it- you always wear red."

I laughed out loud then at my unforeseen Munchie-ness
Sat back, said, "Please, do go on."

"Well.....
Under sweet chocolate simplicity
One finds you have substance.
Biscuit-knowledge adds crunch,
Break the hard, shyness shell-
Heart of warm caramel.

I could eat you all day
And never feel full."

"So tell me now, honestly," he said,
"which delicacy am I?"

Pondered. "Well....
You're savoury to me
'Cause I need you 'most every day-
But you go off easily."

"Hey!"
I gave him a sugar-sweet smile and revealed,

"Darling, you are utter cheese."