A snakes love poem

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.

The End

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