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she moved through the darkness a spider after bridging the gap between her past and now with delicate silken threads

untied undone

flavours of her flesh were glimpsed in a blink from the hunter’s moon a wink to see the top of her thigh a lithe arm reaching high through the undertone up to her head

untied undone

her hair raining golden curls over her shoulders into a full scale cascade tumbling down her back splash splash against the thick essence of her aura the glare of longing had been lit in her eyes

untied undone

her legs from gravity as she fell into the white lace duvet clouds the bed a muslin canopy ready to create a womb as muslin curtains billow like storms dancing in and out the open windows she moved through the darkness a spider waiting patiently for supper

come to my bed said the spider to the fly boy

this is a trap he said
tried to make it to the door but he became tangled in the tempest of muslin as it wrapped around him and around him and around him until he was tied up in her kiss and now we should get wed she said and i will wear white and diamond stars and to the ring of church bells you’ll be served on a bed of flies with a fork and a knife
and gave him a silk smile