I think that my brain
Decided it was too used
And took the day off.

Head gently tucked under my chin.
A few hair strands still wild, untamed by the teeth of a comb.
The fruity scent of shampoo creeps into my nostrils.
It slowly climbs, releasing it's permeating fumes.
She kisses my jaw line.
Her lips like hot meteors of flesh.
Though big, they're soft as the cotton picked by my ancestors.
I rest my hands on hip and thigh.
A thick mountain of love.
A tower of seductive flesh.
Her hand on top of mine.
Smooth and delicate.
Assuring and comforting.
Our fingers twist around one another locking.
I'm hers, she's mine.
Our moment.
What a beautiful Saturday.

For too long I've worked      
Run errands not shirked  
I've obeyed the rules
Done with work, down tools      
Almost end of day
Yaahaa! It's Friday!

weekends are made of
passion,
pleasure,
and pain.

passion makes us do things
like fall in love with strangers
on a two day binge
doing unspeakable things
to one another
making our bodies cringe
moments of pleasure
we'll both soon forget
but living fast is fun
the best time spent!

Monday always forbids us
introducing the heartbreak game
you used my body
and I forgot your name

weekends are simply a fantasy
with their share of pain
"it was nice knowing you,
glad you came."

I'm excited now
An unspoiled weekend, mine,
Tomorrow begins.