Twiddle Fingers by The Green Flare

TWIDDLE FINGERS.

Lay enchantments over me,
Twiddle Fingers make the spell.
Magic me a fire,
warmth, colour, all things well.

I'm open to suggestion
in the warmth of fires light.
Let Twiddle Fingers touch me
and see the smile bright.

I have a charm, a unicorn.
He brings hope to all forlorn.
Gifts joy and luck and all things true.
His horn is pointing straight at you.

Let Twiddle Fingers circle me,
vibrating deep within.
Let Twiddle Tingles play on me
like harp or violin.

I'm open to suggestion
in the glow of your warm light.
Oh Twiddle Fingers, reach for me.
And fly me into night.

She smiled at me

She smiled at me
Through the candyfloss flavoured air,
And shaped a word
I could not understand.

I backed away,
Melting under her gaze,
Afraid to look away,
Afraid she might touch me,
Afraid of myself.

But,
Quaking in my skin,
My own flesh betrayed me,
Singing out a siren song
Of scent and heat.
Her nostils flared.
She knew it.
My weakness, my wanting.

That was then.

Shards of my sanity still remain,
Stabbing between her teeth and my skin.
My blood,
Such a small thing to give.

I drift, eyes closed.

Her hands on my skin,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can feel,
All I can.....

Feel.

The Shadow Weaver

This is really good......

But I am forced to admit that with a voice like that I would listen to this man/person/creature say ANYTHING.....

Fantasy

Sugar sharp she sparkles,
Sickly sweet and scrumptious.
Pirouting past prejudice she
Proudly precipitates perilous pleasures.
Enticing with excited exclaimations
She enthusiastically evaluates everything extended.

Then
Cajoling with careless caresses
She creates almost criminal cravings.
Fantastical fantasies fan the flames until
Finally,
Flesh finishes them all.