Mar 2015
Sensual rush

your non-pulsed exploits

make my head spin as you sparkle in sun's glitter.

Dangerous as a cobra you sway above me,

mesmerizing, hypnotizing,

your darting tongue a dalliance I so desire.

Will you strike,

or merely crawl inside my darkness

the movement of each coil leaving me ravished

with desire,

while you hiss your song

and dance your serpent dance?
patty m
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