Spider with hair down to there.
Hips out to there.spinning tall tales that glisten like
Golden beams.
Fabricator with no recollection ....lost her sense of....long ago. But
Lie to me Darling.
Feel me tugging on your string...... wrap me tightly in your cocoon daily and nitely.
Lie to me. And I will make you swoon.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
Spider with hair down to there.
Hips out to there.spinning tall tales that glisten like
Golden beams.
Fabricator with no recollection ....lost her sense of....long ago. But
Lie to me Darling.
Feel me tugging on your string...... wrap me tightly in your cocoon daily and nitely.
Lie to me. And I will make you swoon.
TBC..
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