Black Widow

" Like the dancing silhouette of the 
Black Widow spider, she is a sight
to be cherished and beloved, but
never trusted...."


A dress made of flesh
flaunting every curve.

Her hips sway, haunting
those whos eyes travel
along the war-provoking
slopes.

Enticing? Yes. Delicous?
No. Fine and delectible
looking figures such as
this are bitter, and scalding
to the touch.

She'll fuck you, but you wont
live through the first puff of the
post-bliss Cancer stick.

Her hair falls tenderly down her
back like waves of a biblical flood.
Blood red tendrils of beauty they
seem, but innocence is not known here.


Silk and lace trail behind her in
asphyxiating ribbons, she's
the last thing you'll ever see.