Kiss of the Cobra
She walks in mystery like the black night with quiet arrogance suggesting she is the giver of light. Dark hair flows carelessly about her flawless face, leading me down to the warm wet place. A body built for sin, she becomes every mans fantasy. I know its just my mind shes playin but the illusion has taken over me.
I can hear my heart and feel her breath, she looks like a dream but smells like death. The rhythym of her motion paralyzes like black magic potion. She spreads her hood to unveil her true form. A single thrust sends her fangs deep and the blood flows red and warm.
Find it hard to break this desire, her body commands me.
Swaying silently like the breeze, her eyes seduce me.
Pulling me closer without a sound, fear turns to primal lust.
My body tingles with anticipation, the darkness engulfs us.
Whispering softly her voice reminds of a song. She calls my name, takes my hand and promises the journey wont be long.
Reeling, kneeling, the venom enters my veins. Losing sight and sound but the numbness has relieved the pain. She curls up and watches me slowly die while the promise of ecstasy still lingers on my mind. The poison has cleared my head and she once again is a vision of seduction. Her beauty seems to feed on the dead as she slithers into the blackness.
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