Friday night is a wicked tease,
Loosening ties, undoing sleeves,
Laughter is pouring, glasses clink,
Plans dissolve with every drink!
Saturday hums with sultry tones,
Lazy mornings, buzzing phones,
Dancing wild, the city thrives,
Bodies chasing weekend vibes!
Sunday comes, a softer sin,
Crumpled sheets and guilty grins,
We will rest when Monday makes its claim,
Till then, let sparks ignite the flame!
The Queen Of Poetry 
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