She gave me a gracious smile
It lingered on her lips awhile
And gave a subtle taste
Of the magical embrace
That would later take my breath away.
It’s that old black magic has me in its spell
It was a meeting of fleeting love
Of tenderness and stargazing above
We held hands beneath the moonlight
Our hearts burned like stars shining brightly.
In heat of desire our lips tangoed a fiery kiss.
That old black magic that you weave so well.
I loved her passionately for she had stolen my heart.
With those mystical eyes that had twinkled from the start.
I loved her for all that her kisses had promised to be to me
I loved her beyond the mellow moon we could see distantly
But by sunrise, our love tryst was over too soon.
The mate that fate had me created for.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
For a morsel of Magic over at dVerse tonight. Frank always had the magic….
The image was in the public domain- wikimedia, and is
Frank Sinatra and Jill St. John. From Tony Rome.
The moon tonight- I had to wait…there was cloud cover…it is a harvest moon.