I know about your kind, I have met your sort before.

Greeted by a smile, as you invite me through your door.

Reckless beauty, untouched diva, a bedroom goddess.

Her power draws me in, now I cannot leave her.

I cannot see why, why you give me your attention.

Inside you hang a heart of stone, empty of affection.

Walking over others, making your way towards me.

Unprecedented passion, sex with you is all that I can see.

Do not draw me in, into your spider's web.

Do not tease me with your utopian lies.

Your perfect unblemished, inviting body.

My time draws near, lost within your eyes.

Nothing new for the likes of you, occupation love.

Career description, tearing at, and breaking hearts

Emerging from the shadows, a crime of passion.

No preferences shown, we all are dealt the same ration.

Tell me before I fall, what will the future hold for you.

Watching your world disappear, day by day alone.

I know that she is hurting; I can see the pain inside her.

However, this is not how love should be, my wounded, black widow spider.

(Photography by Gary Peters)