Thursday Night

It's Thursday night
just a little past ten
and I find myself thinking
of you once again
I'm kind of ashamed
of
how you stay on my mind
I really don't know
what I'm searching to find.

To me you're appealing
and I can't deny that
'cause right now I'm wondering
just where you are at.

The questions my dearest
is do you ever
think of me?
What's going to happen?
And will we
ever be?
Will be together?
Will I get to hold you?
Can I smother you with kisses
like I'd sure love to do?
Can I rub your back
as I blow in your ear,
massaging your shoulders
Baby,
CAN WE EVER GO THERE?

Will you be receptive
and let me in your heart?
Will you think of me daily
keeping me in you thought?
Or must I keep waiting
for monday each week?
'Cause you know what I want girl
yes you know
what I seek.