echoes_s
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I am not sure if the second verse is too much, but wanted to emphasize the hypnotizing affect and putting one to sleep. I know cobras actually paralyzes it victims with venom, but this is more for the sensual affect....
Madame Cobra
My body slithers along the sheets,
weaving, winding.
Lacing among the mounds of gauzy softness
back and forth,
zigzagging pleasurably…
hypnotizing.
Tranquil as the clouds float,
calm as the stars sprinkle reflections on your mirror,
serene as the moon flowers her incandescent glow
through the window,
hushed as a pillow before your head falls
upon for slumber…
you sleep.
My tongue curls out, savoring your heat,
hissing sighs escapes involuntarily.
(My prey, my delicious prey.)
My breath a whisper weak,
disturbing not a hair nor follicle,
not even the tiniest dust particle
meandering in the room with moonbeams.
Coiling, then slowly forward,
eyes cast shadows into your dreams,
searching your fantasies.
I encircle every crevasse,
forgetting not the deepest and darkest imaginings.
(they are my desires too.)
Air drips from my mouth,
sultry, liquescent want,
to trickle on your neck
where your pulse beats
and increases unconsciously,
and there I hold you between my fangs
for a mere second.
(I taste you)
Then slide quickly down under the sheets
As you mumble incoherently,
humming and trembling, quivering to close in
for the carnage, the feast,
your last vulnerability.
(a serpent of passion)
Are you ready my dear
to be swallowed whole?
Madame Cobra
My body slithers along the sheets,
weaving, winding.
Lacing among the mounds of gauzy softness
back and forth,
zigzagging pleasurably…
hypnotizing.
Tranquil as the clouds float,
calm as the stars sprinkle reflections on your mirror,
serene as the moon flowers her incandescent glow
through the window,
hushed as a pillow before your head falls
upon for slumber…
you sleep.
My tongue curls out, savoring your heat,
hissing sighs escapes involuntarily.
(My prey, my delicious prey.)
My breath a whisper weak,
disturbing not a hair nor follicle,
not even the tiniest dust particle
meandering in the room with moonbeams.
Coiling, then slowly forward,
eyes cast shadows into your dreams,
searching your fantasies.
I encircle every crevasse,
forgetting not the deepest and darkest imaginings.
(they are my desires too.)
Air drips from my mouth,
sultry, liquescent want,
to trickle on your neck
where your pulse beats
and increases unconsciously,
and there I hold you between my fangs
for a mere second.
(I taste you)
Then slide quickly down under the sheets
As you mumble incoherently,
humming and trembling, quivering to close in
for the carnage, the feast,
your last vulnerability.
(a serpent of passion)
Are you ready my dear
to be swallowed whole?