Spider Love

He walks in.
tangled in sheets sprawls His agile,
     docile spider.
welcome home Master, i am very ready . . .

(I lured him to my web.)

off the bed He beckons me kneel
my heart skips beats, breathing deep and slow
quivers ripple across my nipples.
i crawl to Him-
     tantalizing a slow sway
if i could only pounce . . .

(NO, Master would not like that.)

tortured He grabs my chin forward to His loins
my brow arches, lids shutter close,
nose, a pointer, in his direction
anticipashh . . .
He grinds on my face, lips part
i nuzzle in His soft bristles
tounging that chunky stiff staff . .
a hand at my nape the other around the neck
firm, nudge, slick, and slide
Swallow that phallus,
Our breathing callous.

(Eight eyes encircle.
I watch us.)

jerk, twist, groan, and moan
pull out from atop, plunge in bellow,
pound the pool between our legs.
fingers hook, bodies molded
Master sinks His teeth into my blade.
rough, ragged rocks nearly off rhythm
screaming sex as my rapture climbs and reach
tightened tunnel, toughened sinews
please Master rip me in Your rapture.
instinct recoils limbs that redden meat
two bodies shiver frozen in the midst of heat.

four arms, four legs lightly wrap
eight in 69 embrace.
blow pop, pop then blow
finger fuck, suck, and lick, maybe a nibble,
feasting on the other, our remnants, to the core.
feeding on softening succulent flesh

(Our delicious spidery lovemaking subsides.)