Man Trap

        by Marc Pollitt

It will take some time to get it done,
but it will be worth the effort.
She masters her will
and edges forward, one step at a time.

She grasps his shirt, just below the shoulder,
and starts pulling herself upward. He's so
perfect­warm, muscular, healthy, young;
perfect for her and for her children.

She hesitates­mustn't move too quickly,
mustn't frighten him. The only way it'll work
is if he's caught before he knows what happened.
This is the way to handle men.

The alcohol sits heavy on his breath;
when he wakes up in the morning he
won't remember what happened.
By then it will be too late,
and he'll be all hers.

She pauses and admires him,
and, teasingly, she tickles an earlobe.
It's a whispered touch, but it's too much­
without waking, he slaps at his ear,
and her eight legs radiate from a pool of goo.

 

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