Sunday Someday

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cavu182
cavu182
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I could be on an airplane
or somewhere on a boat
sleeping in some alley
in my winter coat,
I could be coming home
from an all-night drinking fest
but here I am in bed with you
which, I think, is best,

Street noise down below
sheets in disarray
praise the Lord it's Sunday
the whole friggin' day,
I call for room service
coffee, eggs benedict
I wonder if there're parts of you
that I have not yet licked ...?

cavu182
cavu182
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JWrenJWrenover 9 years ago
So very . . .

. . . tasty. Caught the mood just right: stretch out and enjoy a long, lingering, lazy . . . whatever you fancy, whenever you want it. Hmm!,

AnonymousAnonymousover 9 years ago
If only...

...every Sunday could be like that . Lovely x

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