she had the eyes of a venus fly trap
my looks didnt matter to her
she was decadent..ever so gracious yet a female that i couldn't call my own..
she knew this as well..the tease..
my options pixelated
the what-ifs buzzing around my mind
blurring the vision of the mere fly (me)

she caught her prey
stem straight awaiting my arrival,
almost in a presumptuous manner,
already assuming my dignity will succumb to her unholy desires.

ravenous teeth disguised as wispy lashes
devouring my very being with every


blink.