Welcome. After the pain, you will feel nothing but sheer bliss, if you feel anything at all.
You were the one who touched me first. You said you loved my work, this beautiful web I have been constructing my entire life. It took me days to recover from the swoon. I hid under a rock while I sobered up. And now my six feet are under my control again, and gripping this sticky string for what must be done.
You are going nowhere. You are cocooning in my words. You are weightless on the web. My power goes bright, and dark. Tonight, I glow dark. My stinger feels cool in the rank air. Only one remedy for that.