Reclining in her web of Darkest Desire
Dressed in the deadliest of blackest attire,
She lays in wait for her perfect sire
Her heart is a cauldron of burning fire.
He takes his time, not wishing to seem too eager
But she knows their cravings are far from meagre.
Equal to any appetite for destruction, mouths agape
He has singled her out and there is no escape.
Without moving a single muscle she invites him into her domain,
Completely aware of the inevitable pain,
And as he finds himself a helpless pawn
He surrenders, captivated, mesmerized into her prescence, drawn.
The Female of my Species is more deadly than the Male,
Nature in all its’ glory is both beautiful and brutal.
Who am I to argue with my appointed role
Evolution has equipped me exceedingly well.
Wait! My lover, he is approaching his conquest
In his eyes the reflection of my lust.
Passion intensifies as my Sex he consumes,
And with ravenous voracity my intention resumes…
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