Poison Chase

She bites it
And she bites it very slowly
The tip of her finger
Disappears in the mouth
and those red eyes
And a wet tongue
White sharpest teeth
That form something
as beautiful as a smile
her hands grab her own waist
In pain
Hardly never giving in
She moans so quiet that it is almost impossible
Not to ear her
And she moves lewdly like a snake moves to chase a rat
She shakes her hair
Blonde and bright it crawls down her shoulders
And it doesn’t disappear
It stays there right above the breasts
Which breathe with tremendous significance
It’s very easy to desire that we can breathe with them
hot flesh
all of it perpetuated
by nimble moves
that make that hair crawl a little bit more
And the legs and the skin keep on the torrid breathing
she moves
Clearly in the direction
just like a snake moves to chase a rat.

And then she bites -
Oh and she bites it good.