Welcome to my web. It's kissed with dew
My teasing and taunting it calls to you
Then... when you least expect it-
My passion will kill you
I'll spin you in my precious silk
And nuture myself on your nectar
Sweet as Milk
Away I'll wander back into my lair
Awaiting another delicious despair
Again and again I call for a mate
No one ever knowing is it love or fate
Noreen Ann Lacoy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem