My senses fill with promised delight
I tremble with anticipation
preparing to indulge
You cast your net wide
your silk so fine
waiting for the tempted
As I touch your web
my nerves alert, to late
held lightly
I face you, not bravely
trembling with fear
you anticipate your indulgence
and so I end
wrapped in your embrace
cocooned in silken thread
losing my head
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Toadee,I saw your update link on Facebook and came to check on your poem blog again.You have been busy!!
I adore the way you have made the whole seduction idea almost like a spider setting a trap.That gives the tiniest feeling that the spider is somewhat devious and has a devilish plan of her own.In the poem you are falling into that web...but you arent fighting to get free in the least :)
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