C.W.

you can think to feel and then you can like to think and then

it will all be the same.
when I thought of her she came into existence in every woman I had ever met.
the ones from before..
the ones from then..
thoughts made of pure yet precious sins.
we would commit the greatest
adulteries together.
spinning webs like no other could spin.
no one would lose,
we both would win.
tangled in Charlotte’s web.