I saw a dead spider
trying to breath
even though it was too cold
a bee came to see
help me the dead spider began to plead
I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me
I won't said the spider
you'll see
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath
the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee
kiss me
breath life into me
the spider did plead
unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she
but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee
the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting
now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting
I write about the dark, the supernatural, erotic, and when I'm feeling it sometimes Love. My email address is eelunphetmoore@gmail.com
Showing posts with label Spider. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
and along I come and sit beside you
I sit in the darkness
until it’s time to play
not looking for trouble
but it makes it’s way
I lay the threads
they crisscross
and crosshatch
they go this way and that
I lay the threads
so sticky
I made them
I think they are quite nice
I lay the threads
that draw you to me
at first
you find just one
then two
and then three
when you find more
you realize you can't move
you're really quite stuck
trapped you see
but go ahead and struggle
they'll just bind you further
and alert me to you
I’ll come see you
and touch you
then taste you
but first we must play
I spin you and spin you
to make sure you’re held tight
then tap you to see if you’re ripe
I tell you all would have been fine
but you had to come find me
to see me
to see what I do
you see
you forced me
to do what I do
now I do it to you.
I feel you
then smell you
before I bite
and when I do it
it gives you a fright
but not long after you think it feels right
you no longer struggle
because you feel good
as I lick you
and suck you
I admit I enjoy it
except how it turns out
sweet bliss in your eyes
we've shared our last moment
then you’ll leave me forever
the only thing left
is your taste in my mouth
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