Voodoo Archer

Tasty little recurve

My tongue trips 

My words, they skip 

Struggling to get past my lips 

You've broken me with just a kiss 

Even imaginary  

What madness, this? 

A trance? A trick? 

What are you, a wicked witch? 

To cast magic such as this... 

...And from so far away... 

Was it you? Or me, instead? 

Was the whole thing in my head? 

If that was imagined, 

Strike me dead. 

So that I might die happy. 

Kill me with your fatal kiss 

Take me out with poisoned bliss 

Just let my last sight be the lips 

That so tickle my fancy

Reviews

[Lorry]

Even imaginary does it too. We are such a complex bunch. Even trying to review this is proving difficult, as my mind conjures all those thoughts, imaginary and real from my past and makes me drift away into daydreams of lips and floating on clouds, as well as.... Ooh, forgot about her. Hmm... Nom nom nom. 😀

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

some people are just special
girls wear it better if you ask me

[Chris Shaw]

Hey magic kisses eh? You have hit the jackpot. Must have been the thought of all that chocolate madness. Quite a luscious and lippy little poem.

Chris

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

It does tend to get everywhere.
Wake up with it all over your mouth and dont even remember eating any...

This is all pure conjecture, also. But I'd put money on being right. Magic.

[Ana Papaya]

Love the title! Makes me think of a cupid that shoots arrows with poisoned tips leaving one enchanted.
This is fun, imaginary or real,it's fun to steal kisses.

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

:)
yup. I agree.