A smoky haze billows upward
in the tangible heat that surrounds us
on the crowded dance floor
but for all the notice we give it
it may as well be
just you and I
The feelings you stir up inside of me as the air around us pops with the electricity of us matching the slow tempo that achingly throbs deep within
Your fingertips stroke first softly here, then a gossamer whisper of contact caresses me leaving me little to imagine how it would feel if you were stroking me there
What is it… …the music? …the Chianti? …the manly scent of you? what is the driver turning my aphrodisiac screws loose?
You breathe so sensually unto my neck making me close my eyes and embrace your touch you could take me right then right there and we both know it
A deep throated moan escapes my lips, lips as parted as my trembling thighs wish they could be
“come” you softly whisper indicating the exit saving me from myself
The scratch behind the record playing Hear it on the radio? That susurrus? What is it saying? Is it your mind about to go? The ragged chill running down your spine On a most warm and sunny day The nagging feeling in your mind That takes the words you want to say
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
A sense when you walk in a room That simply rubs you the wrong way A sense of an impending doom That turns the swiftest feet to clay A little sense of something strange That remote something not quite right A sense that danger’s within range That makes you turn on all the lights
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
A feeling raises your neck hairs It’s one that shakes you through and through The touch you feel, when no one’s there That makes you wonder is it you? The tap, the tap upon your pane That starts to freak you to your core The tap that’s more than simple rain You’re on the fifty-second floor!
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
The creep who lives, Across the hall The one whose look makes your skin crawl That tiny bug Oh! Does it sting?! You’re scared of every little thing! The door that slams! The glass that breaks! The sudden loss of breaths you take! The terrors! Won’t just let you be! What is the reason? Can’t you see? The only thing to fear
Is me!
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
She sits at her vanity in examination of her face
Wary of any unexplainable mar
And gently rubs away cooled wax from her breast
Grateful it will not leave a scar
Still she smiles at the dash of lusty memory
Of how it came to be there
Its reason kneeling down right in front of her
Blowing kisses in her hair
Her robe barely hampers his gift to her
As she combusts within
A contrast of wind from an open window
Cooling her hot skin
He comments on her luminescence
As he makes an invisible notch
She comments on his effervescence
As she hands him his watch
She warms at the sentimental kiss he gives her
Just before, he leaves
Out on business for a day
But he’ll be back the next eve
She’s actually feeling good until
He uses her stage name
And pollutes the mood of the moment
Closing the door on the love game
She knows his affection is not
In the way he holds or even kisses her hand
Her cold-hearted illusion of love
Is in the wad of emerald bills left on the nightstand
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