In Her Web

Caught in my Lover's web

Her feet on the march

Gossamers threads.

Tremors travels

On tightropes fast.

The noose tightens

My breath gasps

A slave to love;

She's having me.......

For dinner tonight.

Drawn by appetite

Engulfed am I

She tugs,

Tighter, pulling

My heart strings;

I'm her dinner tonight.

Awaken from 

Night's slumber

I find my face 

Covered, smothered

My feline friend.

A nightmare... no more.

Reviews

[Julia Mars]

Nice twist at the end there. Good poem.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Julia and for dropping by. Nice to meet you:)

[Perkele.7885]

Sometimes it is ever so enthralling to think about being eaten, that the actual act if not performed well, will be anticlimactic!

[RomaJ]

Haha

Oh, to be caught in that web...must be very enticing, for both the hunter and the prey.

[andrew mitchell]

depends who is on the menu!!! lol

[RomaJ]

Yes indeed...:)

[B]

lol

A playful piece of being in love
With someone worth the play lol

Sweet ... i guess one day i will have that
lol
Wishing so everyday :)

[andrew mitchell]

Depends whether you are the fly for dinner or the spider lol you will have that a fly for dinner lol!!!:)

[B]

i saw being in love lol

No flies lol or sliders lol

My brain is too innocent to be real lol

You caught me lol