mating. The way his tongue wrapped
around mine put me in a trance
that blind me to his snake-like moves. He
shot venom from the moment that he

entered. Our lips sealed like a vacuum. His
hands took other action, like a chopper coming in
for the landing on my pad. I’ve never known
a kiss like this. Other men flick their tongue like

a Bick as if they were writing a reminder of
what to pick up their wife when they went
shopping at the market. Even as a writer I never
appreciated this. I still long for the coil-snake kiss
that only he could give.