That I am the Black Widow

The Black Widow gives off her charm to an unsuspecting mate.
She bats her long golden eyelashes and blows off a sweet kiss.
But he doesn’t realize his terrible, twisted fate.
To the long, hairy, bug-eyed creep, this is total bliss.
I wink to him after he makes our new crystal web.
The pink morning sky turns into a smoky gray.
Our children run off in the sun before they rest their heads.
While my husband sleeps, I make him “useful” to the upcoming new day.
“Breakfast is ready!” The children taste this new food: a strange, yet familiar flavor.
“Where has daddy gone, Momma?” the fourteen kids turn to ask.
“He has forever left due to doing us a ‘big favor’.”
A charming diabolical grin appears on her Black face.