Black Widow

In limbo her soul breathes The inky black of midnight crawling her skin She watches his chest rise and fall The rhythmic sounds lulling her to sleep She pierces his dream with silent screams Calls him awake with urgent longing He stirs and twitches But does not come to her She fingers the softness of his neck Coils them around it's length like a snake His eyes spring open, prised from sleep Silently pleading, what do you want from me They meld together like scorching lava To frenzy the passion they cannot speak He reaches for her tenderly, offering his mouth in expectation This time, she thinks, he has been spared