"Friday is when I come home to your embrace. I will lie in your arms quietly, my head against your shoulders. My ears will listen to your loving whispers, your breath will stroke my cheeks. I feel Your fingers soft as the cool breeze running through my hair and your gentle kisses on my bare skin." Monday, July 13, 2009
FRIDAY SUNSETS
"Friday is when I come home to your embrace. I will lie in your arms quietly, my head against your shoulders. My ears will listen to your loving whispers, your breath will stroke my cheeks. I feel Your fingers soft as the cool breeze running through my hair and your gentle kisses on my bare skin."
"Friday is when I come home to your embrace. I will lie in your arms quietly, my head against your shoulders. My ears will listen to your loving whispers, your breath will stroke my cheeks. I feel Your fingers soft as the cool breeze running through my hair and your gentle kisses on my bare skin." 
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