Beautiful and black
I wait for thee
Hiding where thou shalt not see
Amidst the woods and rock
Doing that which comes to my nature
Silently I weave and wait
Lest I be disturbed
I shalt harm thee not
Yet what harm dost cometh
At this our union
Comes to thee is at thine own risk
Ye beware of the hunger that builds
It grows
A hunger to mate
Will I be thy poison?
A hunger to eat
Will I drain thee of thy fluids
And lie belly up in contentment ? - 4/22/06
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