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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 flesh 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
Copyright ©
Susan Ashley
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