Name Of Love

Entry by: Freya

11th February 2016
Love, thy name is…Friday

I await you, my beloved.
Six days do us part.
But then you return as certain as an autumn tempest flooding the south.
Punctual to the tick since a wise man thought of counting the time.
I wiggle my toe, sinking into softness.
I yawn and stretch, creasing the sheets.
My boy next to me, stirring in his dream.
I count my blessings.
It’s all ‘bout the waitin’ for good things to come.
Long sleep on the morrow, rose-petal sweet tea and whipped cream.
Oh Friday night, how I love thee!
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