I felt like the bough upon she wanted to live.

I knelt entangled in her arms and legs.
For once she wore the scales and, I was her prey.
Eaten for brunch like scrambled bacon & eggs.
I too ate ravaged of her buffet.

Her lips were rubies a fruity cabernet:
I drank till the thirst ravenous; was dry in my throat.
Till my thoughts possessed; ran freely—without cliché
It was as if I’d just sown the first wild-oat.

Her tongue like a serpent coiled and bit
I felt like the bough upon she wanted to live.
For once I was the prey, as luck would have it.
With all I had, I wanted to relive...

“O each incantation her mantras moan”.
When; round me coiled as though I was her throne.