Serpent’s Lair

How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your taste buds libation temptation whets my wish like a knife on stone medieval my want to stir my tongue in your firewater my fingers a captivated trellis jealous and zealous carefree and careless find their way to getting lost in your midnight curls S curves wind from devil depths to bind aroused fingers —coiled accomplices hold me captive as I’m pulled in with hooked fangs piercing my heart deep piercing my soul sweet eyes of winter blue skies belie your stealth l i p s heat-seeking as you place your face to mine tongue flicks for a taste ah flirts with lust-basted taste yes yesss press your whispering mouth on mine my mouth blooms like a dusk-loving moonflower throat white against night my breath your honeysuckle unholy hunger unleashed a famished desperation my desperation so full of babydoll flame and ash your jaw unhinges to swallow whole my fire and ire oh bend me like a willow in the tongue-tie of your kiss break me take me make me buy the bliss in your hiss feed me fantasy I need to cede lace without chains as hush-winged-talons scythe bloodstreams of my dreams bleed me in the weed greed of your sidewinding river till you shed my love the way a constrictor sheds skin I crave to make this snake my feather boa —to fly moonlight a raptor of rapture instead of one captured