My Wandering Mind on a Sunday Afternoon
Sunday afternoon, and my mind is wandering
Which it usually does . . .
And why does it wander so?
Well, quite simply just because
And where does it wander to?
Well, not to far afield.
But carnal thoughts, usually
Of you and me together
Followed by a warm embrace
Then to you and your love I do yield
So, in my wandering mind, you and I
We do travel. To places where love we find
Of green knolls or sandy beaches
Whichever, you always seem to dazzle
And on this Sunday afternoon
My mind does its usual thing
A wandering both to and froe
To a place of solitude
Just me and you for a loving interlude
And so, my mind does wander . . .