Weak Poem by Bree Z Love

Met on Saturday,
night filled dreams.
Waking in awe on a Sunday.
To comparing of list of do's and don'ts.
Yet, touching points that burst
in the craziness and busyness;
on a Monday.
Relaxing in a mindfulness.
Sharing intellect and wine;
so sweet.
Alluring us into a bed of seduction,
on a Tuesday.
Oozing naughty handfuls of lust.
Got it ready for a frantic hump day.
We climb over and under one another.
Wowing Wednesday.
Forgetting this not
by leaving an exotic note
on a Thursday.
Nope! That was the Wednesday.
Revolting like it's hot and hardcore position,
to work through the hump of a day.
Riding the train to work;
I fade in and out with the rocking and swaying.
Thinking and reminiscing.
A Freaky Friday fantasy is riveting in ways.
I shouldn't explain.
But I feel
like my days have been more blessed.
To an arriving, where this all started
on a Sultry Saturday.