Sinuous and sensual touch exotic skin to skin and then more skin.
A trill of strange thrills the hand.
Serpent’s gift repaid with calumny.
Not meant to be worn but by gods
The moon wears serpent as her crown, kneels before it with fervent kisses.
She outlines the paintings on its back, makes glyphs from an ancient root, serpentine secrets from a stellar past.
Serpent’s caresses fall like feathers on air.
Its tongue flicks along the ravaged flesh, each quick lick a reminder of beauty long succumbed to the depredations of jungle.
Thorns and stinging things guard secret places,
but barriers cannot exclude the serpent’s touch, surreptitiously snaking beneath and below and over, raising its lovely head from the darkness, touching softly the secret places.
Unafraid of the moon
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