Fatal Widow's Lair
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A beat of my hungry passion draws you
To me. And I wait for this slow approach,
Excited…darkness on camouflage of grass
My limbs attract,entrap... now a quick dance begins,
And I devour your crown through firm motion
Ending this pleasure with a deathly adieu,
While ovules scatter on wet ground, my seedlings
Growing in the vapor of nightfall’s circle…
I become a widow again, praying for other mates
Till eve’s desire enthralls more consorts to my lair,
An instinct borne from Nature's law of entrapment.
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Contest, Praying Mantis for Anthony Slausen
8/19/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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