Black Candles

black candles in the night

soft flicking light

casting our shadows on the wall

not much talking, bedroom eyes say it all

cheap wine drank from a jelly glass

she's no Lady and she has no class

she turns up the radio

to drown out our little rodeo

with a grin on her face

she moves with grace

this woman all in black

leaving marks on my back

tomorrow I'll have to pay

for this night of play

I know the cost will be great

this woman loves with all the passion of hate

when she's through, all her charm is gone

then once more, I'll be alone

but some day she will return

with her black candles to burn

then again, somewhere in the night

I'll miss her parting flight.

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