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SALACIOUS SUNDAY

Is it salacious Sunday again?

'Cause, honey I swear your touch

Hasn't left my mind

Tell me last night was the start of it all,

This aching will be soothed.

I don't wanna face the melancholy,

Not alone, as the morose Monday strikes again

I'd throw all my two-pence into the wishing fountain,

If it held promise of that day's demise, forevermore.

Your absence still haunts me,

Your silence sedates me

As typical Tuesday barges in

The crux of the week is unfolding,

But you haven't ventured a foot in my abode

And so, throbbing Tuesday it is,

For all the pain left to be shared.

Wallowing Wednesday knocks at the door,

My hesitance does not quell its will,

So, I lay waste to my time

Drowning in the lake of self-pity

Home is in a state, to be sure,

But not quite horrible

Or in parity with that of my heart.

Tiresome Thursday rings the bell,

And you, my Goddess,

Have finally climbed down the rungs of your heaven,

The promise of a pleasant news twitches your lips

And, lo and behold,

That Saturday was indeed the start of it all!

It's fiery Friday, baby, bring it on!

Ignited sparks morph into unruly flames

These prayers that were whispered,

Countless refrains on endless days

The answer is loud and raucous,

But the reverence is quiet and grateful

Oh my celestial queen,

Heaven blooms forth in your periphery!

Serene Saturday, the most beautiful of days,

My love is mine,

And I have you to thank

As her waves tickle my sides,

And her lips convey the depth.