100 words x 365 days
She crawled to him on her hands and knees, her blue pools drinking in the shadows of his mind. A trace of her tongue across her lips, she was hungry for his touch as she clawed her way into his lap. Poised and ready, her hips lowered to connect their souls as one. A gentle thrust, and she found her way home. Moans of passion cradled their bodies in a web of lust. Her nails striking his chest, opening the wounds, she buried her face against his heart as her hips stole the seed she desired. Black widow strikes again.