Squeeze The Tarantula!

I haunt you with my venomous tongue.

Like a lingering ghost, so close to your ear!

A natural born pigeon kicker!

Your scent like a gift of the heavens.

I watch you in your slumber.

As you dream of arcades and city lights.

My face peels at the thought.

Revealing a golden mask.

You are so graceful in your velvety sheets.

A red knee on the palm of your hand.

One, two, three, squeeze!