Your voice turned my head around.
Your face turned my heart around.
Your body heated my existence as I held you by the fire.

How can I make you find my lips in the dark?
My fingers want to twine into your hair.
The scent of you drives me wild.
My thoughts of you abandon me as you stand near.

What sort of magik can you expect?
I must not get lost in loving you.
The wine found my senses and dulling them, gave me peace.
The whiskey relaxed my frame and I fell.

I recall watching as you turned to leave.
I recall the anguish escaping my breast as the darkness took you.
When the morn found me wet and nasty,
the thought and feeling returned in a sliding rush.

I have no magik to change this.
I stand alone facing the dark that takes you from me.

Your voice turned my head around.