He wears a boa constrictor
draped like an conversation
lounging across his neck

Slithering across his serpent
tattoos, pacing itself idly
along his ****** trek

Serpents tongues
caressing his skin
pleasure the price he pays

Mayan calendars
written in black
marking his long long days

Winking their smiles
upon his fine ***
as he begins to sway

The ladies gasp
when flesh is revealed
as the night he dances away

Strong legs vibrate
along with the drums
the music held so very taut

And all must wonder..
just what magic it is
the tattoos have taken and wrought