I don't want to touch you yet,
My cobra,
I can see your hood unfold,
On my dictat.
There's venom on your lips
Writhe and dance.
Your smooth skin,
Curved appearance;
I have a lust
To watch you shiver.
My word, my order, my every whim;
Your tune.
Bare your teeth again,
Tease with your truth,
Bite me with your envenomed maw
Consume me in your coils.
I have a fetish,
For your sleek, porcelain leather;
I want to be poisoned,
But only at my behest.















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