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
And of life
I don’t wanna
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.
But you’ll be mine
as I am wiser.
You won’t escape
from She Spider!
Via Kira’s Sunday Scribble prompt.