05-15-2011, 11:36 AM
" 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
who's eyes travel along the war-
provoking slopes.
Enticing, yes. Delicious, No. Fine
and delectable 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.
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
who's eyes travel along the war-
provoking slopes.
Enticing, yes. Delicious, No. Fine
and delectable 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.

