"And it's just like honey
When your love comes over me"
"It's like honey when it washes over me
You know sugar never ever was so sweet"
[perhaps the semen of a sugary Spiderman? a sticky-sweet spritz of netting?]
"Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside"
[she's just happy because honey inside --> pregnancy --> Spiderman is owned]
Lesson learned:
A condom-less romp in the hay with Spiderman yields both a delectable, addictive nectar and the possibility of super-spidery child support for life.
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