Snake, are you hungry for me? You slither around with nonchalance and your strut is like that of no other. Pride and legacy are your only companions. Compassion is beneath you.

Your plush lips are smooth as velvet, and taste of wine. I bruise at your desire. So, my flesh is no longer stark and innocent. It is now curse and sinew.

Snake, you are smooth, slick, arrogant, and evil. You are scaly and treacherous. You're sly and sturdy. I see you, Snake. I want you, Snake, I need this torturous game and I crave your prying fingers.

Yet your touch is scorching,

And your gaze pierces mine.

And your words are poison.

And your kisses are death.