A sensuous serpent –
That’s your sort.
Perfectly adapted
to deliver
petits morts.

For those bite marks
you bestow
are purely for show – just
a little distraction
from the main attraction;
Awaiting its debut below.

There your fat engorged fang –
Rich and ripe with the tang
Of your toxins,
That drip down
from its tip, and
blister and burn my skin –
There this fleshy dagger will
pierce me within as you fill
my soul with
your sin.