Beautiful, shiny, tempting warmth,
oh how I long for your sweet arms!
Drawn to you in the moonless night darkness…
Dreaming of your most tender caress.
But I know
that with it
comes death.
And of life
I don’t wanna
be teft!
So I’ll let their butterfly looks charm you.
And their bright colored beauty go down the loo…
One by one, burning their wings to your touch,
until they’ve all perished, ‘cause I know this much.
They might
be cute.
There’s no
Dispute…
But you’ll be mine
as I am wiser.
You won’t escape
from She Spider!
Via Kira’s Sunday Scribble prompt.
Cyranny's Cove 
That was my concept too, but it was misinterpreted 🤷🏻♀️
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I saw that 🙂 But that was just one view, I understood your take 🙂 xx
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Very cool Poem! I like the interpretation a lot. 😁
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Thank you Kira 🙂 Not as good as I wanted it to be, but it is a begining 🙂 xx
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love it, well done C!
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Thank you 🙂 xx
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