The kiss, the hiss!
Hold his doubled tongue
Grab him by his scales
His devilish cold skin

The Snake's pupils widen
It's night time, and he's caught his prey.
Drops of sweat on your skin
The Great Thrill
Naked in the hot summer night,
In a tropical forest
                          - lost.
Crawling through the bushes;
A warm, vulnerable stomach against wet moss and sticks
No idea where we going
Lead by some wild scents