A Week in Love With You

by Nii Parkes

On Monday love is
me on your hips
your tongue between my lips

On Tuesday your eyes
captivate mine
as we by candles dine

On Wednesday I sigh
as you come home
before we bathe in foam

Thursday night enthrals
a starry sky
reveals our love still shy

What a day - Friday...
the day we met...
lips I'll never forget

Saturday teases
like your bare feet
tickling beneath the sheet

It's a bright Sunday
full of fresh hope
can't we simply elope?

A Week in Love With You by Nii Parkes

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