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 . . .