She is Nagin(the Queen Cobra) ready to strike vengeance for the death of her Nag(the prince, King Cobra)
"FOR IT WAS NOT IN MY ear
THAT YOU WHISPERED
BUT INTO my HEART..."
The warbles from
the charmer's been
flow in smooth ecstasy
glide
slither
caress
the contours
of her sensuous soul
unlock
the scent of her Nag
several moons ago
when his breaths
mingled with
the sensual jasmine
flowed like a river
in eternal spate
through her tempestuous core
and intoxicated sighs
till...
death dressed
in the garb
of a stealthy visitor
snatched her knight away
reducing her
to a lonesome wisp
forever lost
in the jasmine bush
craving
beckoning
her mate's
throbbing flesh.
~Now entranced~
~Now mesmerized~
She sways~
and sways~
"It was not my lips you kissed...
"...bUT...My SOUL''
she's no longer
a mass of
flesh ,bones and blood~
~but a frenzy fusion~
of his kiss~
his touch~
his sigh~
his flesh~
she's the Nagin~
the drops
of endless thirst
still glistening
on her untamed sensuality
she raises her hood~
...READY TO STRIKE
(Thank you so much Maggie for making me aware of the rules of the challenge...Cheers :)
I can almost visualize the cobra slithering with darting tongue of venom...'beckoning/ her mate's/throbbing flesh."