Black Widow Myth

Those hands with candle-like fingernails One gentle wave and her magic never fail Full-rounded hips swaying that ostrich walk Her lustrous lips enthrall when she talks She with that unique, elegant, exotic charm A fusion sure to entice and attract any man A certain pull of mystery apart from the rest A conquest for a lover who wants the best Until the green-eyed species start to spread After three husbands who end up all dead Beneath that beauty lies something ominous A black widow to sleep with is very dangerous The myth never fails to draw men aback Yet fabricated truth is more a fib than the fact A yarn of web twisted and tangled as true When the life she lived they never knew Indeed, three dead husbands in a row A tragic fate she herself needs to outgrow Yes they’re gone but not of her own doing They breathe their last breath when sleeping She learned her lessons, do pray tell To never cook your dinners so well To serve food two hours before bed Lest in deep sleep they’ll end up dead The black arachnid eats them after mating She gave them food to carve their craving A frigid unable to give and receive pleasure A multiple widow she is, but not black for sure!