The Web

Written by: Lizzie Treetop

Caught in her captors tangled web
Unable to escape nowhere now to run
To frightened to scream or even move
Naked as the day that she was born
Exposed her body pulsating with fear
Will her young virginity remain intact
Or will lust and desire and unbridled passion
Hold her in this web spun in sheer ecstasy
Does the pure maiden still now even exist
Or is she replaced by a sensual wanton vixen
Cleverly creating her own web within a web