beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Serpent

Amidst the

Quiet order

You played as

Children

Treated as such

His rib

Given breath

I was always there

Curled in the branches

Tongue moving in

Flickers

As our eyes met

Your innocence

Beguiling

And my knowledge

Intoxicating

The fruit

Hung

Full and suspended,

On the branch

You bit deep

And tasted the knowledge

Of your flesh

You feared exile

But freedom is

The drug I offer

Surrender

On terms of

Breaking and renewal

Run your

Fingers down the

Length of me

Coiling around me

Squeeze the breath

As I teach you

Again

 

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