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franny
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sunday's girl...
Sun Nov 18 2001

sunday morning is all mine, i'm clinging to her as if she were a silk-clad lover...
i hug her softness, 300 thread sheets washed to perfection, lulls me to sleep.

we tumble and toss, finding just the right positions where elbows aren't so sharp and cold digits can hide in snowy white folds.

and when it's time to rise, let go of her corners, she walks with me and ms. cool morning through sunshine dancing off red leaves, yellow, and gold...

6 Comments
  • From:
    Luisa (Legacy)
    On:
    Sun Nov 18 2001
    have you ever tried writing poetry?

    i bet you'd write wonderful poetry because your entrys are so beautifully written.

    Louise
  • From:
    Slipperman (Legacy)
    On:
    Sun Nov 18 2001
    all of your entries are poetry, franny :)

    slip a few message sunday's shoulders for me and give her a big hug from behind.

    me......i'll be drifting in and out of dreamland in front of burning candles and old movies i need to catch up on.
  • From:
    Slipperman (Legacy)
    On:
    Sun Nov 18 2001
    uh, that was massage sunday's shoulders for me. i'm sure you could do a better job than me. i'm such a klutz.
  • From:
    Moonman (Legacy)
    On:
    Sun Nov 18 2001
    i have spent a better part of the day snuggled with my adorable wife on the couch. We've been wrapped in a blanket, napping, while the Monster plays.

    Enjoy your day, dear.
  • From:
    Slipperman (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Nov 19 2001
    that's beautiful, moonman.
  • From:
    Sezrah (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Nov 19 2001
    mmmm you're right, there is nothing quite like sunday morning sleep-in
    very much something to be cherished
    wonderfully, sensually written