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Sunday's


A Poem by An Ordinary Woman

 

dinner was delicious because he danced when cooking it

his dance was cute because he smiled while dancing it

his smile was sweet because he hugged me with his eyes

This is love.

I hugged back with mine.

Sunday's dinner was better than the chili served.


© 2009 An Ordinary Woman
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Stopped by to see what you had posted and discovered this beauty. I remember so vividly the Sunday you describe..... I did the cooking duing the week, so my husband cooked breakfast and dinner on Sunday. I remember awakening to the aroma of the bacon.... And he even served it... Wait....why did I leave him? lol....

Oh, when the pheromones take effect the result can be quite engaging...Mercy!

Really though, my friend, this is romantic, gentle and sweet. You are right....'That is what love is'. Big smile after reading this. It is another favorite as I'm a hopeless romantic at heart, and I love the sensual connotation.

Guess what? TODAY'S SUNDAY!!!

Posted 1 Month Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.





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