Black Widow

She lies hidden in the darkness consumed by their fear, she can sense them from miles away and her conscience is crystal clear
She knows that she is wanted, she is surrounded by lust, and she would sink her teeth in if only they were close enough
Once they’re within reach she weaves her wicked web, to cradle them with every fantasy imaginable before she leads them to death
She has no heart, she is the worst of her kind, only out to be in control and take what she feels is hers to dine

They believe they’re walking into love as she entices them with her hourglass shape, but by the time they realize she isn’t looking for love by then it’s much too late
She already has them in her grasp and her hold is deathly tight, she gives them the affection they crave from her lust and then she kisses them goodnight
Goodnight for all of eternity all because she loves the thrill, giving them all of her until she has had her feel
Then she tosses them into the night, and she feeds off their carcass as they lie, and she doesn’t feel one ounce of sorrow to her it’s always goodbye

She is the dominatrix here, the almighty queen, she lives to rip their hearts and bodies in two by any and all means
She loves the power, the way they dance, as they stick to her deadly web, and as she bids them farewell, she finishes off with their heads
It’s her prize, her trophy, to show that she is the ruler here, no one shall cross her threshold and live to tell that they were here
She is the black widow, and all men are her prey, she is out to let you lust over her, but there’s always a price to pay.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Labyrinth Avatar
August 28, 2022 at 2:49 PM
Actually, it's the Praying mantises one must be careful to avoid, for they serve you up as communion wafers for a feast...and the congregation turns into a school of yapping piranha...;)
Kinzer Avatar
August 29, 2022 at 2:50 PM
Wow! I like your take on this.:)
Seeker Avatar
July 11, 2022 at 11:29 PM
Walk into my parlour, said the spider to the fly
Kinzer Avatar
July 13, 2022 at 8:25 AM
:)
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