Her Venomous Allure...

Her hair falls heavy,
black as coal, dark as night
woven tight in twisted strands,
flowing to her shoulders,
tangled in the quiet of the room.
You can feel the air,
Dark lipstick cuts across her lips,
staining them red and raw,
Her eyes beneath a deep line of black,
sharp, unforgiving stare
 
Her dress clings to her like sandwich wrap,
black lace, tight and cold,
you know she will tie you up!
Not in a good way either..
etched with patterns no one dares to touch.
Spiders crawl across her back and hypnotic body, like the arachnid queen she is,
thin threads pulsing with stillness,
waiting, watching,,
Looking for a victim
 
Dead Rose rest in her hair,
their petals blackening,
edges curling in decay.
A spiders sit on her chest,
who dares to touch there,
legs reaching out, on patrol
hunger visible beneath the skin.
 
Her presence fills the air with something sharp,
sharp enough to bleed,
a hollow,
empty sound where words should be.
She stands still,
her gaze unmoving,
a slow, deliberate stare,
as though she holds something,
something terrible,
just out of reach,
Fangs filled with lust.
 
She is queen of the creepy crawlers,
ruling her pets with silent grace,
her bite far worse than her bark.
She seeks out and captures her prey
with webs spun from hunger,
pulling them close,
feeding on their terror.
 
Her fingers move like legs of the arachnid,
quick, deft,
twisting the air around her into traps.
Her gaze is a venom,
paralyzing the soul,
a deep, hypnotic pull
that draws you to her,
and you never see the webs
until you're caught,
That's how spider woman rolls.