My heart is pounding like a hammer.
The rhythm holds me entranced.
It hurts hearing your laughter
It hurts to see you dance.
Still, I don't walk away
From the pleasure and the pain,
That sweet, sweet sorcery of lust
Demanding me remain.
Your arm caresses her shoulder.
Your fingers intertwine.
My heart is pounding so strange
As if her heart were mine.
I feel that part of my being,
My trembling, my warmth, my fear,
Would always live in the one
That you are holding near.
