From her belly a thread stronger than tensile steel, every vibration she does feel
With eight legs and eight eyes, she hangs suspended to catch wandering flies
Her web a chaotic mess, poised she awaits her visitors in formal dress
She waits until the time is right, her prey with two venomous fangs to bite
A shinny and slick body is her bait, an amorous courter unaware of his fate
When in the mood she does wait, after consummation she eats her mate
Some women like the spider, just looking for a rider that will soon find himself inside her