KK Donut

April 8, 2016

I wake up thinking about you.

I fall asleep dreaming about you.

You cross my mind a thousand times a day.

You have the sweetest taste my lips have touched.

I want you.

I need you.

I crave you.

I can't live without you, Krispy Kreme donut.

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