Magic, You Are, Just Magic.
There's Something Wondrous About You.
By You, I'm Just, Fascinated,
Infinitely, Wooed.
You Are, A Goddess!
Bewitching, The Spell You Weave.
You Leave Me, Just Transfixed.
There's Nothing Like Your Rhapsody.
There's Magic, In Your Look.
There's Magic, In Your Style.
You've Left, My Every Nook,
Irrevocably, Beguiled.
There's Magic, In Your Eyes,
Magic, In Your Smile,
And I'm Just Mesmerized,
By All Your Feminine Wiles.
There's Magic, In Your Walk,
In The Way You Move,
In Your Skin So Soft.
Everything About You,
Magic! Magic! Magic!
Your Supple, Sumptuous Lips,
Your Hips As They Sway,
So, Seductive,
A Bewitching Ballet
Of Rousing, Rapturous, Magic,
And That Magic, I Crave.
By you, I'm Haunted... Hypnotized...
Infatuated, Possessed, With Delight.
Siren... Sorceress... By You, I'm Just... Stupefied.
Charmed, Ever So, Just At, Your Sight,
Entranced, Entirely, By Your Voodoo, Sublime,
Besot... Bewildered... Floating On, Cloud Nine,
It's Magic... Such Magic...
There's Magic, In Your Way,
In Your Presence Too.
You Leave Me, Just Amazed.
By The Magic In You.
Nothing, More So, Exhilarates Me.
With Rapture, You Seduce.
I've Known, No Greater Ecstacy,
Then That Which You Produce.
Enamored, Is My Every Fabric,
Drunken, So, With Affinity.
In Each And Every Facet,
I'm Intoxicated, Utterly.
I Think, You Must Be Magic.
For, I'm Enchanted, Ever So, With Fancy.
Magic! Magic! Magic!
You Are, Just Magic!!!
