'Our' Friday morning comes after a whole month asleep.
My mind has been a wave of images and senses-tingling thoughts of My Lady.
Every curve, every flick of Your hair,
every click of Your stiletto heels; the way You move
is familiar to me.
And Your concentration, as deep green eyes search mine
to discover where we are.
I know this place.
And yet all is still as the first time,
as if hand-in-hand, You lead me through a beautiful dream.
Our Friday is upon us, as I wake from You to my dreams of You.
micamino )0(;-/ xxxx
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