Cursed in chaotic gossamer,

sinister limbs could crawl you for

days, intertwined, messy madness…

Tattle and tickle, I can be fickle,

and time will soon run out….

The bloom of my third eye sees

only scarlet to feast on you…..

I want to dine on you in silk, liquified


Always the lady, never leaving

a morsel to be found.

Your token to me, you’ll always

leave a part of you within me…..

I was told to never play with my