Soft Caress

The sweetest thing I’ve ever known Was like the kiss on the collarbone The soft caress of happiness The way you walk, your style of dress I wish I didn’t get so weak Oooh, baby, just to hear you speak Makes me argue just to see How much you’re in love with me See, like…

Double spell

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…