Snake Dance
Standing close, facing each other,
Hearts beating like tribal drums,
Blood gushing through our veins,
Warming our bodies for the inevitable,
The sweat breaking out of lust.
Your tantalizing curvy body is grabbed
With one strong sweep of my hand
And it lands circling in my arms.
The tight embrace filled with passion
Is squeezing your breasts against mine.
The caressing and pressing of your back
Is requited by your clawed fingers on mine.
I jerk forth my neck to kiss you
But hesitation forces me to stop.
I remind myself: in this mortal realm,
You have to taste first, before you get kissed.
Devouring the sight of your big pretty eyes,
My lips open to let out my slobbering tongue
Not only to steal a lick of your pouty lips
But to soothe them with every stroke
Imploring you to open them for a snake dance.
July 7, 2020
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