Darling, You Might Want To Eat Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

I might sit on a web waiting to be eaten
but that does not mean to say that I am smitten
only that I, is twice-shy and have been bitten
and I'm not afraid of love or being eaten.

No, I'm not afraid, and I just want you to know.
No matter how this goes darling, I won't blame you.
No matter how high we go, I don't get vertigo.
No matter how this goes darling, I won't blame you.

Darling, you might spin me a delicate web of lies.
That's okay as long as I believe you've found your prize.
That's okay as long as I don't have to compromise-
and we've got something we can both galvanize.

Darling, you might want to eat me.
Darling, I'm not surprised I feel the same way as you.
I want to eat you too.