Slither

What kind of strange feelings you invoke.  Not strange in the foreign sense but strange as in why is it there?  The snake.  Slithering along the ground and flicking her tongue.  Slithering up my leg and along my chest and around my neck.  The smooth way in which you move along me shouldn’t be there, but it is and its strong.

You’re bad news.  Bad food.  Bad for the soul.  A rotten apple and all of the other common sayings stacked on top of each other.  You are all of them.  But you’re also irresistible.  I don’t know if that’s my self destructive nature or something more that I can’t deny.  I’m going to regret this in the most extraordinary way.

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