Black Velvet Lies

I collect deceptive men and hold them hostage

in my sticky silk garden of sable roses and dead flowers.

My handsome dark knight was no exception.

In fact, he was my favorite. Sumptuous and tasty,

I licked every morsel of his black velvet lies – mmm delectable they were - with my witchcraft tongue.

He pleasured my soul with his deviant darkness

and I cast an eternal spell on him.

I loved him for that, the more diabolical,

the hungrier I became.

He satiated my dark desire and honed my craft.

Don’t fuck with me, I am a black widow voodoo witch.