Just another lazy Sunday at home.
Vibing to some old school R & B…..Feeling mellow.

Totally zoned into thoughts of you
Thoughts of rambunctious us
The way we play…..reminiscing
On this lazy Sunday
Listening to Gladys croon
As I hummed along totally out of tune
Mid-day we’d be in the kitchen
Can you smell what’s cooking?
Swaying as we created fantastic feasts
Our love…..always on repeat
The taste…..lawd have mercy…..the taste
A smorgasbord of delicious decadence
Beyond Wolfgang Puck and Bobby Flay
The Iron Chefs would all melt.
They wouldn’t stand a chance
No…..not today
After the main course
Dessert…..You know how we do
Ha ha…..see that twinkle in your eye
You enjoy the way my hand greets your thigh
Mmmmmmmmm…..babygirl
You know whats next
My hand goes under your dress
Aaaah yes…..but I digress
Missing you…..
This lazy Sunday


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