Eight legs
Stretched 
With silken
Strands of 
   soft
      caressing
         thread
That seeped
With
   slow and musty 
      flowing
         red
And swift beneath the 
   rigid
      beast
That laid itself 
   with heaving strides
      on swollen
         pulsing 
            mound
Of bold release
And visions
Of enraptured
   lapping 
      thirsty
         teeth
Which nibble
Hungry
   urgent
      willing
In extreme
With streams
Of silken 
Strands of 
   soft 
      caressing
         thread

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr