Breakfast Fantasy Poem

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hold the sugar. I want pure sour on my lips. I puncture the flesh, sip the juice and crunch my baconbefore digging into the hashbrowns. I concoct a coffee treat — spiced with cardamom, sweetened with honey subdued with a splash of oat milk.We sit together to feast, toast two cool tall glasses of water to wash it all down.I see your eyes follow my curves appreciate my appetite. I take my time to savor the feast.We adjourn for a mid-morning snooze. When we awake we exchange bedroom kisses make love in the sunshine streaming from our bedroom window.We meander to the kitchen run our hands under warm water soap the dishes in soft, luxurious suds until everything is put in place againready for another fantastic fantasy breakfast.What’s your next adventure? 🌌🐰🔁 hop down this rabbit hole:<div id="1acb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-am-a-nature-witch-bbd17e7ff68c"> <div> <div>

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Crispy bacon, maple syrup, hash browns with oregano…

Oven-crisped bacon for me. You like yours wriggling. I like mine with crunch and chew, blackened to perfection. You sate each of us with two batches.

Homemade gluten-free waffles pat of butter, drizzle of maple syrup. Omelets folded with our favorites: mushrooms, onions, peppers, cheese.

Hashbrown rounds made from fresh- grated potatoes, fried in golden oil. Crisp rectangles of potato pancakes smothered in melted cheddar cheese topped with dried oregano and juicy red tomato slices, salt and pepper.

On the side, ruby pink grapefruit served with a serrated spoon — hold the sugar. I want pure sour on my lips. I puncture the flesh, sip the juice and crunch my bacon

before digging into the hashbrowns. I concoct a coffee treat — spiced with cardamom, sweetened with honey subdued with a splash of oat milk.

We sit together to feast, toast two cool tall glasses of water to wash it all down.

I see your eyes follow my curves appreciate my appetite. I take my time to savor the feast.

We adjourn for a mid-morning snooze. When we awake we exchange bedroom kisses make love in the sunshine streaming from our bedroom window.

We meander to the kitchen run our hands under warm water soap the dishes in soft, luxurious suds until everything is put in place again

ready for another fantastic fantasy breakfast.

What’s your next adventure? 🌌🐰

🔁 hop down this rabbit hole:

🔊 a voice to amplify: Sarene B. Arias