Serpens Savium

I lay encased in darkness, in loathing, With twisted visions, my mind betrothing My dried lips with a lustful, moistened hue. In that blackness moved a slender figure, Its shadowed frame increasingly bigger, As it coiled tightly around my senses. And into my ear I felt a whisper, So surely of some forgotten sister Released to tempt one upon his Garden. This serpent lady, she but kissed my throat, And claim of my soul this seraph could boast; Into her cold grasp, my consciousness sank. Breaking from that kiss, I felt her slither Beneath my spread, her sweetness turns bitter As she encumbers my mind and my bed. Upon my neck there's a burning trickle, Her fangs no longer a sweet, soft tickle; She licks my waist, I fall into a death. ---- Note from the author: Lately I've been very inactive with my poetry. I've had a severe writers block and my mental health, usually a fuel for my writing, got to the same smothering inevitability as putting too many coals on an open fire at one go; my writing was starved of some form of oxygen that helped it thrive. To be honest, I'm attempting my writing again, but just where I've got to it compared to some of my other poems on this site I just don't know. I hope you all can soon appreciate and enjoy my writing again, and thank you for your time in perusing my poetry.