Friday, December 5, 2025

Fridays to Pamper: Poem

 

Fridays to Pamper

Friday rises shivering.

Let’s do the happy Friday dance.

I will not let go of my happiness.

I will be pampered with passion,

Care, and connection

In flavors, beauty, and heart.

Perhaps milk and sweet honey

Could wait on Friday.

It is impossible to stop

The bright sunlight.

We do not need to stop

Your special touch of desired love.

Friday night, Friday night

No rush to slow the time.

Friday cuddling is fine.

Tomshinsky@2025

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