Long Legs

It's been my legs - it's always been my legs. Everyone loves them. I
was a dancer when I was young - and even did some modelling but even
when I was a grandmother, my legs could still stop traffic.

I've always lived alone. I hate the term "spinster" but I suppose I am
one, aren't I? I'm very fussy you see. Very fussy. I don't want just
anyone - it has to be the special one. I want to meet the father of my
children - no more waiting around.

I know I'm attractive - like I said earlier, it's my legs. They attract
them all. Men like long legs - and mine go on forever. Yes, men like my
legs. I like them too because of that. I dream, of holding my partner
between my legs, and holding him so tightly he feels trapped and locked
within my grasp. Yes - I dream of him.

I am getting closer to my peak. I can feel myself getting broodier each
day - and sometimes I think that it doesn't matter that I'm alone.
Perhaps I could be a successful single parent. Other people do it - why
not me? I don't need a partner to create my own family..

I think I might go out tomorrow - and find a mate. Someone, who of
course is attracted to me by my legs. Who I can hold, and make love to
all night. He will love me. He will tell me how much he adores me and
needs me. He would sacrifice anything to be with me. And he
will............ I shall eat him. I shall devour the father of my
children in one ritual meal. And my family shall go on. Perhaps that is
why they call me the black widow.