Her smile
has spinnerets,
shoots invisible strands
that stick to your eyes,
wrap around your groin,
pull you inextricably tighter,
wind you in a gossamer shroud
ready to devour you
in sucking gulps,
and leave you an empty husk.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Your metaphor is spot on ! This doesn’t quite seem to fit into the three ancient bard categories, but maybe we don’t always get their metaphors.
lol
Well, you don’t have to get the bard points in one poem; you’re supposed to hit them over the course of an evening’s performance…
Just Amazing Words:)
Thank you. I’m glad it spoke to you.
Love this piece, Mrs Bird, however needed dictionary for some of those words….
lol
I love this
Thank you.
Haha. I’ve met a few gals like this.
My condolences!
Death takes us all, but to die in sweet embrace is a life well spent.
lol
Well, that’s one way to look at it!
(Though there is nothing ‘sweet’ about it from what I can see!)