St. John's Wort
Those pretty eyes of his glare in my direction, "Are you casting a love spell on me?" Swishing around the flavors of Fernet Branca, Alice Coltrane and every rumor he's heard about me, skepticism and arousal becomes the cocktail of the night.
Pouring him another shot, "What if I was? Would you stop?" Taking the small glass from my hand, his head snaps backward to gulp down my bitter potion. He's committed. Doing the research. Reading the testimonials of both favorable and....
"Forbidden Light is a monster.
He is the worst person I've ever had the misfortune of meeting."
- Toddy English
Emptying the contents down his throat, "I'm not scared of you." Whether to green pastures or the slaughter house, he is committed to see where this thing goes. But, he isn't the only one embarking on a new journey. I've learned that a new companion can make a beaten path fresh again. I am equally aroused, yet suspicious.
More drunken, the bitterness from his cup translates into his gaze, "You aren't the only one with love spells." I know this to be true. He doesn't know how often I recollect his hands gripping onto my legs. How the sensation of his teeth sinking into my soles stains my every dream. I'm not the only one.
Every night with him, I become more and more aware of how magical sex can be. I've spoken in tongues, came into paper so I could set my prayer on fire. I've channeled his aunt and gave him advice as his tongue plugged by asshole. He cries in his sleep and I dream to comfort him.
Swishing the flavors of Fernet Branca, Alice Coltrane and every rumor I've heard about him. I realize that the tables have turned. The hypnotist has been transfixed. Intoxicated. My vision doubling. I squint to find his true location, "Are you casting a love spell on me?"
|'The Fernet Fairy' by Forbidden Light|