She spins her web. She can’t help it. Not quite instinct, not quite conscious thought. It is her nature.

It shimmers around her.

Her web is made of the most intriguing material. It is truly special, magical. The thread is made of her personality, her heart, her being, her soul.

With it, she traps her lovers.

Her web is not indiscriminate; contact does not necessarily ensnare. Yes, for some it does trap permanently. Others in binds firmly, but only for a while. They stick, leave, they may return. Some it does not hold; there is no adhesion; they touch it and fall away.

Because this web is unique; it is her human essence; revealed, exposed, displayed. It is at once her greatest personal risk, exposing her raw to the world, and what leads her to her greatest personal pleasures. Many are attracted, see it from a distance and are intrigued. But up close many of those are repelled, they are not able to accept the simple honesty of it, of her. Many others fall away when they realize that the binding power of the web relies as much on their willingness to be equally open to sharing their personality, heart, being and soul as hers.

This is no predator no prey here. Or rather predator and prey are interchangeable. At times predator at times prey. They choose their fates, bound to each other as long as they let the web mutually bind them.

As she is trapped as much as they.