Fay Slimm.

Hypnotic

 

 

Hypnotic.

 

Oh silvery snake, the day
I stroked your
quivering throat, felt the
strong pulsing
of dry muscular shivers,
hung your long
weight round my shaking
young shoulders,
as I stood while the carer
draped my head
with your slithering mass
and as ears then
heard whispers of hissing

I felt the hypnotic

of first reptile experience.

 


I recall the primitive aura
gilding your skin,
that glint in cold eye yet
warmth of coat,
the closeness we shared
in those few
awesome moments \'tho
I, as you quietly 
wriggled free, breathing
normal once more,

knew instant beguile  

from your sinuous beauty.