Serpent

My soul aches with disgust.

Putrid flowers, singing of crows.

Wine and dine me every night.

Comfort my heart, help soften the blows.

 

Come in late, smiling upon entrance.

You didn't even bother to call.

You knew I would be waiting for you,

Questioning everything I saw.

 

Sharp, wicked tongue.

It spits tales of deceit.

There's fire on your breath,

blood on your razor sharp teeth.

 

Your skin is reptilious,

Flames dance in your eyes.

The slithering of your words,

Makes my heart deaf to lies.

 

You wrap your charm around me,

And squeeze until I bleed.

Poison me with your song,

That makes me want what I don't need.

 

Stretch your jaws wide open,

Indulge me from head to toe.

Swallow me with intentions,

Promised to me long ago.

 

I promise not to squirm,

I promise not to fight.

Make me want you more,

Devour me tonight.

Reviews

[KeeD]

"Sharp, wicked tongue.
It spits tales of deciet(deceit).
There's fire on your breath,
blood on your razor sharp teeth.' this reminds me of a basilisk, not the one from HP but the legends of this mythological creature.
Poison me with your song,
That makes me want what I don't need.(Beautiful word choice and imagery, I can't help but think of a siren)
I promise not to squirm,
I promise not to fight.
Make me want you more,
Devour me tonight.(what a brilliant ending to a fantastic poem :D ) such a creative piece, with such marvelous beauty i'd give in too and be devoured whole!

[Shawna]

Thank you so much Keegan and I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like the poem...I kind of disapprove of the narrator's choice of bedfellows...HA! A few typos..."putrid"...."deceit" and I suggest "reptilia" in place of... "reptillious" which isn't a word...unless you wish to invent it as such. Reptilia is (belonging to the class or family of reptiles) which is what I know you meant. Great piece of rant and rage meets reptile lust. (laughing)

[Shawna]

Lol, yes the choice of bedfellows is not the pick of the litter in this one, but it does happen all the time. Thank you for your review!

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the war of love.

big feeling in this, shawna. and i think you conveyed it well.
(may just wanna check you spelled 'deceit' right...)

[Shawna]

Thank you so much, and you are right, this poem came out in such a hurry, I just had to write it all before it left my mind.

[quinfinn]

is this what i think it is, contemptuous sex to pacify a cheating beast? for the life of me i don't understand how a woman can stand to be with a man whom she knows is cheating on her. or did he just come home drunk and stupid? either way, hmmm. this is a scathing write, volatile subject matter and very well penned. don't get me started on exclusivity, i hate all cheaters, it is the worst form of betrayal. awesome poem!

[Shawna]

Thanks quin! This poem came from an old experience in my life. I agree, all cheaters are scum, but this poem was more about "lusting" someone so much that you don't want to believe anything they've done wrong. A " I know it's wrong but it feels so right" sort of experience. Thanks again for your kind reviews quin! :)

[quinfinn]

yes, love can be a fickle web of pain and desire and never the twain shall meet....wonderfully expressed!