Cotton Candy

Soft,fluffy,innocous
Spin it again and again
The sticky thin tendril, it traps her eye
It wheels her in as it spins
The silk slyly drawing her in
Innocence, hope, dreams and all things nice
She can almost taste its sweetness

A hand reaches out
Desire is held.

Oh! Just only for a moment.
A burst of sweetness,
and it is naught but a ghost.