I am the serpent Warmed by the heat of your sun
Asleep until woken
Letting the rain into my window
My curtains billowing, sails upon a ship
Bound for unknown lands, each seagull
A beacon of hope, each cloud
A sign post, the distant shapes of mountains
Calling to me, singing a joyous chorus
My tongue flickering, tasting each moment
Rubbing myself raw against you
My rock, my anchor
Shedding my skin, my scales glistening in the sunlight
Coiling and uncoiling around you
Until, where I begin
And where you end
Is forgotten.
Asleep until woken
Letting the rain into my window
My curtains billowing, sails upon a ship
Bound for unknown lands, each seagull
A beacon of hope, each cloud
A sign post, the distant shapes of mountains
Calling to me, singing a joyous chorus
My tongue flickering, tasting each moment
Rubbing myself raw against you
My rock, my anchor
Shedding my skin, my scales glistening in the sunlight
Coiling and uncoiling around you
Until, where I begin
And where you end
Is forgotten.
If they could see you, you say,
And I answer with silence, my uncertain smile
Speaking volumes
If they could see you, this time with fire,
My face framed, palms cool against my burning cheeks
As I see you, dangling apples between your thighs,
Juicy and red and sweet,
Would they not have risked paradise as well?
I reply with a kiss, happily surrendering innocence for knowledge
My mouth hungering to taste the divinity of your gifts
Your forbidden cunt, full of sin, or so I was told
The first time I ate of your flesh,
I opened my eyes and saw the walls of the garden for what they truly were.
