Frankie


Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft

And i've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do

'cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, i know, it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to

It's such an ancient pitch
But one i wouldn't switch
'cause there's no nicer witch than you

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.