Eunectes Murinus

Weather torn and mangled,
escapism eludes her thought
as she slithers,
slithers back to his touch.
The aghast expression, the regional disclaimer,
desperate requests – ignored.
She’s wound up, pulsing.

No feelings restrained as she launches;
clinging to his warmth with scissored legs.
A sigh,
awesome relief,
a refreshing wave of gratitude
graces her; his stoic frame heavy
beneath her.

She embraces him, her whole body
entangling him, constricting.
He lies like a stone beneath her;
quiet, empty, vacant – a void.
Her fingers trace his outline, discovering
sites so often overlooked…stroking
the fire of her passion
as she tightens.
He’s a sinking rock
beneath her,
plummeting.