Tuesdays

For six days I think about your touch,
Your smell, your smile, and so so much.
I count down the days until your mine again,
Some days there's no difference between love and sin.

A month full of Tuesdays, food for my soul,
A month full of Tuesdays, and I would be whole.

For six days I think about those sunsets,
Those long walks, and late nights.
I count down the hours until we sail to soft light.
In the depths of the night,
With the moon shining bright.

A month full of Tuesdays, would chase the dark away,
A month full of Tuesdays, would turn night to day.

For six days I think about that sweet tired tangle,
Limbs at loving angles, in the arms of my angel.
I count down the seconds to
tequila, mushrooms, and wine
To Netflix, us showing our ass,
and having a good time.

A month full of Tuesdays, calm seas, and gentle tides,
A month full of Tuesdays, early mornings, and long rides.

For six days I think about a life full of Tuesdays,
Where you were never gone.
For six days I think about where we're from and where we've gone,
For six days I think about us
blasting off to the moon,
For six days I try to forget Wednesday afternoon.

A life full of Tuesdays is all I could desire,
A life full of Tuesdays, could turn ice to fire.
A life full of Tuesdays, seen by those eyes,
Give me a life full of Tuesdays, until I die.