black widow love

intoxicated by,
your dark exterior,
and a spot of red,
a kiss,
the taste of rich textured nectar,
sweet,
as i fall into a trace,
never to return from,
this sleep,
you wrap me in lace,
and i am captured,
gone is without a trace.

“Black Widow weaves whatever was ‘love’ into a meal.”

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