Wednesday, 26 June 2019

Hiss


She hisses and clings to my finger.
A little one is she.
Copper with hints of black and gold,
embellishes her stunning body.

Artfully, she slithers
along the spine
to imbue a burning yet icy taste
of ecstasy.

The stupor in her eyes,
provokes my curiosity,
while her petite mouth harbors
fatal divinity.

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