The Spider and The Fly

With silken words he wooed her

Wrapping her within his gossamer strands of compliments

Teasing her with promises of a golden future

His breath warm and tantalizing against her ear.

Her ruby lips curved in a shy yet seductive arc

Her body turned and tilted toward him

Glimpses of fleshly assurances teased at with thin lace wrappings

Her tentative touch a silent welcome

A dark and intimate hallway secure from prying eyes

Urgency presiding over time, filled with wanton need

A grasp, a sigh, a lick, a touch

Bodies pressed and writhing, moving, melding

He thinks only of his conquest

She thinks only of her craving

His penultimate moment a hollow crescendo as she reaches her own

Absorbing his flesh with hers, consuming the tissues and bones

A sigh of complete fulfillment and mild overindulgence

An adjustment of limbs and lace

Disposing of what was his but is no more

Slipping away without a second glance

Unnoticed by throngs of hungry eyes engaged in rituals of their own

A shy and tentative smile crosses the façade of a human guise

Long languid strides convey her down a boulevard filled with endless possibilities

Hunger abated . . . for now