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Gourmet Spider

Gourmet Spider


Please, please, please don’t eat me
I am so tiny
Not a meal at all
Eight spindly legs and no abdomen to speak of
So please, please, please don’t eat me

I have tapped and drummed on your web
To soothe your voraciousness 
Now let me crawl stealthily to the back
Move aside your spinneret
And copulate

But please, oh please don’t eat me
I am not a meal you would call worthy
Of those ferocious mandibles
And the glinting cold gems of your myriad eyes

Please, please don’t eat me
Not this time any way
And if you like I will promise to be a ready meal
Just add water
And you will eat your fill
But not this time
Ok
Not this time
This time let me escape
The deed done
I impregnate
You

And as I scramble over the treads of sticky silk
The panic in my heart
Is a treacherous mistake
For she looks always for the perfection in her lovers

ESCAPE !!!!!!!!

AAAAAGGHHHHH !

What was that

Oh no……

You beautiful …………………………………… cold…………………..

………………………………voracious……………… Bit………………………..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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June 27, 2009 at 8:00 AM
Wildly funny and very clever, Colin! There are lots of black widows in my area, but they are very small and people say they can't really hurt you. The brown recluse spider is another story. After reading this, my fear of insects has been reinforced. You're a wonderfully wickedly writer! Love, Carolyn
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