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Black Widow (1 rating) by Mr Nightwalkers
Black her gaze is.
Pale is her face and skin.
Bright red is her dress.
She smiles as gently as a child and whisperes to him.
He is neither the first nor the last.
She knows them well.
Still a chance she grants him, just one, no more.
He will not take it she knows.
Then he will stumble into her bed, her web.
Seduced he will remain there night by night to be consumed by her black love.
Each night to come she will give him new strength to sacrifice himself.Untill she sapps him blind and empty, and cleans him away from the web.
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