Your words like spider silk primitive yet strong
as you pull me in with fables of belong.
It spirals spins around me, holding me tight
as I wake from tormented sleep in dark night.
Slithers of honey on your lips I hunger for
and each passing day you feed of my wanting more.
Surely Im a mere toy, a moments pleasure,
as you unlock bits of your fabled treasure.
Spinneret weave webs, silked with lust and desire
i cannot leave cannot stay, my soul burns with your fire.
Im wrapped in your cocoon the insane insanity
is hardly curable your conquer over me your vanity.
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