disarmed by lack of charm

Your awkwardness is disarming

You take my cloak of self-assuredness

And drop it

clumsily

on the floor. 

bite me

Theres nothing better than talking without words

your gaze caught me like a fly in a web

and every time i wanted to crawl back 

to be again entangled by those magnetic spindles. 

if from my image you could be fed

I'd put myself on the bullseye

ready to be predated by those pupils, black

give me your tongue too

I'll quench your thirst

now lets wait and see

who will bite who first.