she observes her setting for a while
she plans her points
she sets her anchors
she notices the challenges
she takes the risk
she starts building her web
she finds the center and waits
she is drawn in by the scent
she is drawn in by the light
she is drawn in by the beauty
she is drawn in by the safety
she is drawn in by the peace
she is drawn in by the similarity
she is drawn in by the difference
i am hence stuck in this sweet torture
i am content in my waiting
i am content in my trap
waiting for her to **** me dry
waiting for her to leave me high
waiting for her to make me cry
i sit waiting in terror.
i sit waiting for the transfer
i sit waiting for her power
a healthy trade
ones evil to be paid
for a heart that beats delay.
justification of sorts
a reward for her grit
chomping on a fresh bit
but now its time to relish in the play
this is only part one
just wait for it.
you'll get it one day.
everyone deserves to be loved, despite how scary that is to admit to one's self.