The fox reaches into my mind,
Trying to grasp control.
Her soft gaze
And the swaying of her tails
Weaken my defense.
She surrounds me with images,
Showing me my deepest desires,
Tempting me, teasing me,
But never fufilling
And so I sink deeper under her spell.
Her dails dancing,
Her touch a vampire’s bite,
She moves closer to me,
And I am powerless to resist,
Too fearful to move,
Yet…
So willing to give in.
Seeing my weakness,
She brushes me with her tails,
Wraps her arms around my neck,
And gently strokes my hair.
Whispering softly,
Her dulcet voice tinged with innocence,
Spinning her web of lies
That promise me freedom
While imprisoning my soul.
My mind is taken over
As I collapse in submission
And she pulls the strings to
The puppet I have become.