Repetitive Stabbing Motion

The strange thing that will tighten a man's trousers

The objects of their affection wield some baleful powers

Nubile and soft and speaking lies

Oh the filthiness buried in those pretty eyes

But here comes the first part casually ask her name

And she'll smile and giggle tell it and ask the same

Nubile and soft and oh so fearsome

No spider's bite would be so gruesome

Here comes the second part he'll ask: My place or yours?

Blinded by his eyes he can't hear the she-beast as she roars

Nubile and soft and oh so calculating

Manhood's pursuit is so emasculating

Here is the third part, furious clawing at cloth

She's the flame to his foolishly innocent moth

Like the master hunter he supposes himself to be

He makes a repetitive stabbing motion

Like the queenly whore she knows she is

She takes it all in stride as she brews her potion