i would like to have breakfast with you.

following a night of intimate entanglement on fresh white sheets.

a single brown gerbera sitting prettily in a milk bottle.

the gentle sea breeze playfully caressing the curtains at the open window.

sid vicious gazing down upon the scene, a faint smirk of gentle humour on his black and white glossy face.

unvicious.

pachelbel lingering in our ears.

a car hooting its horn.

viciously.

later we might walk along the promenade.

eat candy-floss.

run barefoot from flirtatious waves.

lie giggling on the october sand.

watch the world go by.

invisibly.

curiously.

but first.

i would just like to have breakfast with you.