A snake writes to his wife
Oh, my sweet slithersome wife,
Skin smoother than a knife,
When you move in for the kill,
You body is beautiful-poised and still.
You look at me with golden eyes,
Patterned in your green disguise,
Your prey-I was so hypnotised.
You coiled your body around me slowly,
Until I had no choice,but only,
To gasp my breath and willingly submit,
To the music of your sibilant hiss.