Sunday Afternoon Poem by bob barci

The day has passed.
Arrival of the evening is here.
I take this time to relax –
with the music playing.
Stretched out on the bed –
I begin to dream of being with you.
Face to face on a Sunday afternoon.
The light is fading
and you look mighty good.
A cool breeze on a warm day
taking my mind to unknown places.
Reality, brings me back, here with you.
And as I gaze upon your being,
I know I can't hold out much longer.
There is a need I have,
to have you on a Sunday afternoon.
To hold you,
to explore you,
to let my mind wonder away from me,
to forget my location,
and to remember that,
Sunday afternoon with you
is all that I live for.
Sunday Afternoon



The day has passed.
Arrival of the evening is here.
I take this time to relax –
with the music playing.
Stretched out on the bed –
I begin to dream of being with you.
Face to face on a Sunday afternoon.
The light is fading
and you look mighty good.
A cool breeze on a warm day
taking my mind to unknown places.
Reality, brings me back, here with you.
And as I gaze upon your being,
I know I can't hold out much longer.
There is a need I have,
to have you on a Sunday afternoon.
To hold you,
to explore you,
to let my mind wonder away from me,
to forget my location,
and to remember that,
Sunday afternoon with you
is all that I live for.