Good morning, love, the sun's awake,
But nothing beats the heat we make.
Tosei sizzles, golden crisp,
Like every secret on your lips. 😘
Coconut chutney, creamy delight,
Just like your smile—soft, yet bite!
You feed me glances, spice so bold,
Who needs gold when your touch is gold? ✨
I spread the ghee, you wink, I melt,
Flames rise higher with every felt.
No café serves what we do here—
Love on a plate, and you so near. 💞
So sit with me, let's tease and dine,
Our breakfast—sassy, sweet, divine.
Forget the world, come taste and see—
This steamy meal is you and me. ❤️🔥
By: - WIN VENTURA
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