THE SEDUCTRESS

She strode elegantly across the well decorated room, a palace indeed. She was a beauty to behold with long glittering legs. She pushed her butt in sheer seduction, quite irresistible. She was wearing a bright red dress and beautiful ankle strap sandals. Her nails were polished to a shining black.
Never had anyone seen black nail polish look so elegant.

She arrived her destination and took a seat. She glanced seductively across the room. He was still there, fluttering with shyness. She gave a short laugh and looked away. She knew for sure that he was captivated by her beauty but was too timid to make a move. He was handsome too - Mr Fly indeed.

"Man up, guy. See she's even looking your way," his friend told him. He cast a quick glance across and just like his friend had said, she was looking his way. "Oh, if only she'll look at me too...those eyes!" his friend said, literally moaning.
"Oh please, shut up already. I'm going for it," he told his friend and started making his towards the end of the palace hall.
The beautiful decor complimented her ravishing beauty. From her movement, it was obvious she was out and ready for him. He won't miss this opportunity for anything in the world.
She saw him coming towards her and quickly adjusted her dress showing off her long and slender legs.
Her friends were right. Men always fall for black and red. She had complimented her dressing with a black fishnet stockings.
He was etching his way closer. Visibly fluttered. He looked good in his well-tailored black suit. "This is going to be a hell of a catch for romance. He is a rich guy!" she thought.

She stood up and strutted slowly towards him. Now they were just two steps away from each other. She looked at him. Such beauty! He held his breath. Unbelievable.
She covered up the space between them, and using her middle finger (painted red)  she traced the side of his face and then planted a kiss on his cheek.
Ecstatic.
He returned the kiss and soon they were wrapped around each other. She had a nice scent.

And then it happened....

His legs felt numb. He looked down. He was stuck. He tried moving his legs, but they felt stuck to the ground. He looked at her. She smiled, kissed him on the cheek and walked away.

He looked across the room at his friend. The look of shock was obvious. His friend's mouth was agape. Mr Fly did all he could to break free from the web, but he was obviously stuck.
Then he saw her coming. Was he foolish to try to regain his handsome composure in her presence? Well, he didn't think so. Mr Fly rbushed off a speck of dust from his shoulder and stood, squarely facing her. She looked at him and said, "I'm sorry..."
"No, you don't have to be. I think it's just for a few minutes. Maybe the heel of my shoes are stuck in your floorboards..." he said, looking down at his shiny black shoes.
She looked down at his shoes and looked up at him again smiling. "Maybe," she replied.
She stretched out her arms and wrapped them round his neck. Mr Fly wasted no second, and soon had his hands round her slim waist. He knew she can't harm him. Such beauty is harmless. He looked down at her and smiled, and then looked at his friend. His friend's expression had softened. He nodded in approval to Mr Fly. Mr Fly felt shy. "Maybe we should step into the shadows..." he said, but that same sexy middle finger was placed on his lips, and the words cut short. "There's no need, my fine gentleman." she said

She wrapped  him with her silk shawl, turning it around and around until  his neck was covered. He smiled. "Wow, her skills are pleasant," he thought.
And just then it happened. She poked her pointed finger nails into his neck and blood shot out.

Need we say more...? What was he thinking?
A fly and a spider can never be mates.

Mr Fly has been trapped and killed in Black Widow Spider's web.

Truly the Bible is right:
Proverbs 7:4-27
[4]Love wisdom like a sister; make insight a beloved member of your family.
[5]Let them protect you from an affair with an immoral woman from listening to the flattery of a promiscuous woman.
[6]While I was at the window of my house, looking through the curtain,
[7]I saw some naive young men, and one in particular who lacked common sense.
[8]He was crossing the street near the house of an immoral woman, strolling down the path by her house.
[9]It was at twilight, in the evening, as deep darkness fell.
[10]The woman approached him, seductively dressed and sly of heart.
[11]She was the brash, rebellious type, never content to stay at home.
[12]She is often in the streets and markets, soliciting at every corner.
[13]She threw her arms around him and kissed him, and with a brazen look she said,
[14]“I’ve just made my peace offerings and fulfilled my vows.
[15]You’re the one I was looking for! I came out to find you, and here you are!
[16]My bed is spread with beautiful blankets, with colored sheets of Egyptian linen.
[17]I’ve perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
[18]Come, let’s drink our fill of love until morning. Let’s enjoy each other’s caresses,
[19]for my husband is not home. He’s away on a long trip.
[20]He has taken a wallet full of money with him and won’t return until later this month.”
[21]So she seduced him with her pretty speech and enticed him with her flattery.
[22]He followed her at once, like an ox going to the slaughter. He was like a stag caught in a trap, 
[23]awaiting the arrow that would pierce its heart. He was like a bird flying into a snare, little knowing it would cost him his life.
[24]So listen to me, my sons, and pay attention to my words.
[25]Don’t let your hearts stray away toward her. Don’t wander down her wayward path.
[26]For she has been the ruin of many; many men have been her victims.
[27]Her house is the road to the grave. Her bedroom is the den of death.