When's Wednesday
For Yvonne Rose
Snowflakes falling on my bed,
the dream, an angel at my side,
no winter blues reside beside her,
all the beauty that is inside of her,
she takes me for a ride,
through the deepest passion of the night,
settling the doubtful feelings,
that would surround us.
Wednesday's here, it's moving on,
And when she's left, she's never gone,
Thursday morning is coming soon,
It takes me back to Wednesday afternoon,
In her passion all seems right,
My heart's someplace in Wednesday night.
When Wednesday finds me,
Wednesday finds me wanting you.
A caress reflecting in my mind,
The kiss that whispers within me,
look into the darkness of my eyes,
intercourse within the depths of our being,
only the time, the movements between the
union of our bodies can deny us.
Let me sink my lips between her thighs,
passion is empty when she's not there,
let me run my hands on her neck and hair,
my eyes they long to see her sigh's.
Let our fluids flow two into one,
for when I've left I'm never done.
When Wednesday leaves me,
Wednesday leaves me waiting on you.
Wednesday's here, times moving on,
and when she's left, she's too far gone,
Thursday morning is coming soon,
it takes us back to Wednesday afternoon,
without the passion, nothing's right,
our love's someplace in Wednesday night.
When Wednesday comes again,
Wednesday finds us making love.
P. J. Campise
