Sunday is my lazy day of rest.
Sunday I love you so
Ding Dong
Its Sunday the Church bells sing
I don’t want to open my eyes
So I reach across the sheets
hoping to find you …. there
Heat edges into
then rushes through my veins
As My hand brushes against your thigh
I breath deeply allowing it to reach into me
and fill my soul
I kiss your shoulder and you
Still sleeping rollover and sigh
Sunday I love you so…..
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