Days Of The Week Poem by Belle Violet

Days Of The Week



On Mondays
I promise
to start off your week
with hot morning sex, and
goodbye kisses
on your cheek.
On Tuesdays
I promise
to pack you a lunch
with a note that reminds you
I love you so much.
On Wednesdays
I promise
to let you relax
you can kick off your boots
while I rub your back.
On Thursdays
I promise
as soon as you're home,
I'll bring you a beer
and then
leave you alone.
On Fridays
I promise
to cook what you want
and as soon as you're hungry
it'll be done.
On Saturday mornings,
I'll wake you up,
with a hot cup of coffee
and my mouth on your ****.
And we can spend
our whole day in
our bedroom
just playing
around with each other
until
we get tired.
Take a nap,
take a shower,
hit the town,
if you wanna,
but on Saturday night
you're entirely
mine.
Sundays,
when we're rested,
I'll wake up on your chest and
I'll make you some breakfast.
The rest of the day,
we'll be lazy and lay
all over the couch;
and for dinner,
watch movies,
and eat carry-out.
The weeks will become months
and
those months become years
and before we both know it,
the anniversaries are here.
We'll have rings on our fingers;
and albums of pictures;
and a whole life around us
that all started
one summer.
When I consider our future,
it's what I look forward to;
those days of the week
that become
a lifetime with you.

Thursday, December 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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