I move your hand but leave no trace, I’m both your prison and your grace. I vanish the moment you’re forced to choose, Yet I’m the very power you fear to lose. Kings can’t command me, gods can’t refill. Name the quiet rebel ruling you still.

I can solve the the most incredulous of crimes. And I’m known to weave the most intricate of patterns. Sometimes I bite, I won’t let go and finally need cutting off.

I ask you to spit, never to swallow. I take great care of your sensitive spots. Some people dread me, even when I send them home with gifts. Yet most return again and again - they just can’t stay away!

You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?

You supply the money, I supply the honey. I always wear a suit cuz the brothers always wanna stab me. Don’t worry they’re clean, and I’ve a got a lot of ladies. I’ll even give you a special dipper so you won’t make a mess.