Wrapping her arms around me
I can feel her skin
Cool on my back
As her lustful hands
Cross my heart
And compress my chest
I don’t resist, nor would I ever
As I’m pulled to the floor
To lie in the grass
The gravity of her demands upon me
In the coils of a serpent
A flicking silver tongue
And apple perfume
She’ll bite with her soft toxins
Her memory slowing my pulse
Then she’ll shed her skin
And be gone
And should I amputate
Or suck out the venom
I know she’d find me again
In some dark room
When I’m at my loneliness
And she’s at her hungriest

-Galwyn

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