Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 In My Nature

Wed and on our honeymoon,

I dressed in negligee of black,

Knowing the time would come quite soon

I'd carry out my planned attack.

Your family and friends no doubt

Will have outrage at your demise,

But by the time they all find out,

I'll have vanished and none too wise.

Drop the wine bottle, breaks apart,

And hold in gloved hand a sharp shard.

Blood gushes crimson from your heart,

As I do thrust down deep and hard.

Like the black widow spider, I

Mate with you first, then make you die.