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!
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