Title: Breakfast
Posted On: 2013-03-29 21:58:58 UTC

I got a place for your legs to go. You got a place for my head to go. I ain't ate breakfast yet, so you're welcome to feed me, take a seat on my new plate and place the my cloth right beneath me. What a meal what a meal, so warm and ready for me to devour, if I'm comfortable and this food will last then I can eat it for hours. But that's too much, sometimes I'ma kid with my food and I just play and touch. My utensil might get out of hand let me if its too rough. You love it when I use my tongue and fingers to scramble my eggs, I love the amount of open space that summer dress gives your legs. My horizontal pancakes come with syrup. That thick Betty kind. That loosens up that tightness and helps it unwind. The way you make syrup ooze from your pancakes is a marvelous sight. This breakfast shall keep me full til night. Back to this plate, the color of uncooked steak I could never hate. When I'm done I always ask for a second plate. Waste your milk,waste your water, I'm fine with this mess, excuse the loss of my manners but my tongue would clean this up at its best. Licking the fluids, dab my mouth with your finger so you can taste the sweetness of the fluids you tend to waste every morning. Leaving you a little mess to clean so the day wont be so boring.

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