he was the sort of viper
you wanted to be bitten by
stocking up on
antivenom rationalizations
as he coiled around your throat
how you cradled him to your breast
cooing
knowing full well
there is no fang
that pierces flesh lovingly
one must accept being a lover of reptiles
barring that
run over the damned thing with your tire
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hey. i’m trying to decide if i should take that personally – being male and all. just kidding.
no fang to pierce flesh, but maybe to pierce hearts?
Ah, Rich, I am a lover of men…and dangerous pets. Pierced hearts, indeed.
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I love this….of course hoping not to be run over by a car:) wonderful metaphor here:)
Truth be told, I love snakes. The Chinese consider it a copliment to refer to someone as a veritable snake. This one was beautiful, and left quite the mark upon my breast. Yes, he slithered gloriously.
As long as it was glorious:)
It was, David…it was.