Friday night take out;
To go with chilled wine.
Barefoot and braless;
This evening is mine.
It’s just me and the dog;
Feet up for the night.
Not a care in the world;
Not a worry in sight.
The phone is turned off;
The lights are down low.
Wrapped in a blanket;
I’ve got nowhere to go.
When I grow tired;
I will shuffle to bed.
Heaven’s the feeling;
When pillow meets head.
The Road Less Traveled 
Two points:
[1] That sounds like a free & fabulous evening.
[2] You’re a true poet — whether you want to be, or not. 😉
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Haha well I do thank you Buffy Devane. You are way too kind
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Haha well we can disagree on that: I’m just saying what I see. 😉 You’re both kind-hearted and talented… men are missing out. Their loss.
Haha it’s a shame you don’t live in the UK, my friend, as we could have some fun at the pub: I’d buy you a bottle of wine — and a straw. 😉
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You had my heart at straw
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Haha, my kind of girl! 😉
You’re fab. Never forget that. x
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I love this. That sounds so amazing and it was so well written.
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🙂 thank you. I’m not much of a poet but I can rhyme ok haha
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It’s a short and very sweet poem lovely 😘 I love going bra less. It is one of life’s great joys 😛😍
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