Savouring the breakfast after eventful night
As the cream-topped waffles are eaten in context
To fill my mouth of joy and to quench my prospect
As hunger's tipping point in early morning's fight

Taking time on orange to suck all its juices
As nibbling on each fold to not miss any spot
That can satisfy mouth, wetness extends in shot
Licking corners of lips as taste introduces

Shall I continue fight to finish this great plate
Or do I stare at it with tantalizing stare
As my stomach grumbles, my appetite is fair

Bits, pieces, here and there, never stopping mandate
To please every inch, to finish this thing right
Radiating pleasure as plate disappears sight,