#blackwidow
Weaving a thin line
paying her lovers in kind
she's a man eater.
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 4:48 PM UTC
I often look up at the television
seeing heroes like the black widow,
and warriors like blodreina,
and I want to have this power,
but a society with people like this cannot function.
These people inflict so much pain on civilians,
that they would never be allowed to exist,
in reality.
Hidden under the depths,
they may be discovered,
but killers and the innocent cannot coexist,
despite needing each other to survive.
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKHLJnbB_e8&list=PLbM5LMVZad0aTxc6f5vhJQo9sowT2ewgF&index=1
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
In the end an Iron Man died
worthy or not, what will be
heading down the path he strived
that only Strange, could see
Glitterati and old cliche
like chaff before a storm
souls surrendered, come what may
and bodies not cold, still warm
Many many many lives
and many more it seems
seeing just what will/can survive
Avenging brighter dreams
Here at the end, of everything
what can we say matters most
the stones of infinity arrayed
staying true too soul stone
ghosts
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
with eyes spotted with stars
and lips painted with blood
the perfect mix
of your best dreams
and your worst nightmares
she loves like Aphrodite
fights like a fatale
bleeding light
spitting blood
people touch her and warm
people abuse her and blister
with hair as soft as silk
but hands as rough as granite
she smells of honey and jasmine in spring
but tastes of rusty iron and lemons
her body is a wonderland
but her heart is hell in an ***** form
a voice as soft as fleece
but a scream as sharp as a blade
many fight for her
many fight against her
she is a shooting star
and a fallen angel
satan loves her
gods envy her
you won't learn her name
or her heart
but you’ll learn her history
and the list of names she broke before you
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
In 1968, she poisoned her father,
1970, her mother-in-law
and 1971, her husband. 1986 was
her boss-turned-lover-turned-boyfriend
and by 1989, her attention was
focused on her second husband.
Exhumation became so common
that the local cemeteries were
renamed as her landfills.
She sits across from me–shoulders
squared and gaze relaxed–waiting
for any question I might come up with.
What ran across your mind the very first time?
Her breath flees from her lips
and she says to me
freedom.
I look her in the eyes–
see a monster.
She looks me in the eyes–
sees herself.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
she's still coming-of-age,
like those bad films with those bad boys
trying to tell her secrets that aren't really secrets;
to lips that only turn out tricks.
they all don't dare forget her
because, when she leaves,
she's never gone too long.
she doesn't have time for quitting--
she's a dreamer with an "ever after" in sight.
she's a winner, she's a sinner.
get too close and, you won't regret her,
until she's left you for dead,
lying half-conscious;
gasping for more in the a.m.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
She ***** the sweetness of lust like taste of blood. Death hold grips can describes her hugs. They fall into a web, like the ones who finder. And now there all are hers, the Black Widow Spider. lured in the dark of her legs, sleek and black. Disregard the warning sign, Red hidden down the curve of her back. Fall into her into her mesmerize trap, Queen of seducers. lust at first sight waiting to turn hearts into stone like medusa. Dangerously 50 shades of black, which side of her they want? Games on your weakness, Russian Roulettes gun. Blindsided by her deceit, tangled in webs of her power. And now she feeds on their thoughts, like a brain ******* vampire. The beauty of her web, is persuasion of her femininity. Her birth is to gain your soul and her winning is her fertility. Because she will feed their starvation of love, and innocently build their esteem with everything she can think of. Create *** beyond their wildest fantasies. Drive them wild, begging for another hit down on their knees. Thriving off the lost of emotions, dominating feelings with full control. Then will leave them hanging when the festivities get all old. But the ones she scared will never understand. That the cuts from their abuser was caused by past life of a sexually abusive man. Is the price they pay worth their time?In the end to be hurt by a beautifully seductive mind. To be caught in the webs of a warm, wet place and lose a hold. Of Reality that this girl is pure selfish, untrustworthy and devilishly cold. foolishly loosing themselves in her body, While she’s alive for the fun but in reality is unattached with her body,a defense for untouchable, if they would only listen to whispers in the night, her body sings. To cope with her pain, A deaf man chooses not to hear this melody. The itsy bitsy spider, went up the waterspout, Down came her fangs and dried, his lonely heart out. Out comes the sun and hides her heart of pain, so the itsy bitsy spider waits to eats another one again. Black Widows Game
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
The love bite to his neck
reeks of the betrayal
woven into his blood
like a caffeinated web.
He contorts in the aftermath
of cannibalistic copulation,
the last of his eight legs twitch
in a silky spasm before he stills,
dead and defeated
by the mother of his
newly conceived children
cradled in my warm womb.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
I ate a man once .
First I caught him by the eyes ,
Plucked those souls out and called em mine .
Why ?
Cause surprise ,
There was me reflected back in perfect symmetry
Pawing him
Back and forth
Called him closer and
Swatted him up .
Nibbled the fingers who reached to stroke my mane .
But **** ,
This prey loved pleasure and pain .
All I did was dpi and sway and stalk
Purring the sweetest talk
He learned the rules
Only watch
So I could gaze
At my shaking prey ;
As he swear and want .
I licked my canines
Wiggling in secret heat
At all the desire done by little ole me .
Then I pounced
Took him down
Cracked open his chest
And cleaned him out
Plucked out those electric strings
Cause under was the sweetest meat .
It beat .
Slightly torn
I bit , bitter sweet .
To my stomach it sank
Growling as it turned to stone .
Heavy lead , love , & bone .
Gasping as it poisoned as
His souls shone/shown
I made it run in his
Every vein
With my deadly game of
Pleasure and pain .
As he slipped away ,
His weakness kept at bay .
With a smile .
Every ******* day . ™
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
Sweet Honesty Elizabeth.
Oh what I want to tell you is..
That I love you so..
And you don't even know.
You make me think that I can be almost anything.
Believe
You need to hear a few things from me.
That things are crazy..
Be there for me?
I'll be there for you, too.
I know you get stressed..
But you NEVER fail to impress..
Your elegant beauty...
Just stuns me..
Just never stop believing...
In yourself..
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC