I’ll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.
The first thing I do when I get up, I have breakfast.
I know family comes first, but shouldn’t that mean after breakfast?
Distance, the dissonance insurmountable,would be not the end,but a magnet.When fingertips kiss,they imprint and cement something,that cannot be disintegrated. Time becomes a phantom,the wind becomes an anchor,and old dreams- blankets of warmth.Lull with me, Lady,there...
I have to have breakfast, and breakfast has to be eggs!
I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.