She\'s sweet like snake skin
As savory as those scales
Her chest\'s broad, waist thin
I
kiss
those
hands
big
Stumped
fingers
(In baritone) her body turns
The algorithm\'s wrong
(My nails burn a path down fresh flesh)
She tells me, voice
soft
Turn the light lower,
just a little
A tug towards the rising titillation
I endear myself to her side
(Where I touch, she groans deep
One of two things he could not replace
With silked hide and smoothed surfaces
Pelts and plucked hairs)