I crave Texas Toast for breakfast.
thick and hot it hits the spot, I’ve got to have it
spread with hot butter love,
slathered for me to put my lips to;
sink my teeth into – jelly and jam it,
all sticky and savored for the flavor
it brings. I wish for each succulent squish
as I nibble and lap it. Sap it dry until I come for more.
Early morning, every morning
without warning, when the alarm rings
our pulses will race, flushed faces await.
Most celebrated until we’re sated.
Thickly sliced adding spice to life.
What I crave the most is Texas Toast for breakfast.
Pass the juice, please!


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