Tarentella Amore Poem by Dizzy Darling

I see your fingers working their way up and down the fret board,
patiently delicate.
I hear your feet sweeping side to side on the parquet
rhythmically graceful.
I want your backside to buckle, then sway
violently demure.
I feel many arms grapple me, desire me.
Playfully obscure
Her hair tickling, her fangs piercing, her prism throbbing.
Tarantella amore!

Your backside comes when the venoms exuberate
my head inhibits dawn over my soul
poison politicos for heretic body
hinder into web blossoming