The Perfect
Match.
He appears intrigued and eager.
I set up a web if he buzzed by
He looks like a good catch and a perfect match
And if he’s up for it, well, so am I.
I’ve considered different approaches
But a good man’s hard to tie down
So, I dressed in my slinky black widow suit
The sheer one I wear when out on the town.
I know that at night when I shine a light
It attracts him like a bee to honey
So, I set him a trap and then took an early nap
And figured I could be on the money.
When all was quiet in the middle of the night
I felt a buzz and knew that he was near
I loosened my black dress not to cause undue duress
And waited for him to appear.
He fell into my arms and succumbed to my charms
I tied him up so he couldn’t struggle
He fell into a swoon, I bayed at the moon
I clamped my mouth on his and took a guzzle.
It lasted all night in sheer delight
I feasted on the nectars of my catch
I’m happy as can be, and much to my glee
This one was the perfect match.
I try to be choosey with my catches
The intrigued ones I find juiciest
I have many changes of attire, of desire
And when out, I only eat the best.
©
David Rudder
2023
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