by - April 08, 2016

You are my favourite chocolate drink
And/or a grape fruit in a clear glass,
whenever I feel there is too much heat
You are as fluffy as pancakes
The right kind of heavy,
perfect enough for my grumpy tummy
You are as sweet and as soft as French Toast
As unique as the recipe that your father owns,
which I happened failed to reproduce
You could be my breakfast,
but I would always prefer prolongation
I am half-hearted coy,
because it is never an intention
Sincerely, you are my perfect brunch in bed with no reservation nor hesitation

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