Serpents Stories

My crumpled bed in the day RemembersThe musty odour of our night's passionateLove makingWhen our bodies twined togetherLike salacious serpents mating,My pillow pines for your soft cheeksYou brushed against it in half-sleep,A single red rose in a white vaseWaits for your breatheTo add sweetness to it. Inanimate things these areOh! lovely girl, think of meWhose eyes have gazed onEach and every luscious curve,And tasted all...