Rage

ONS

Oh
Your kisses
Caught me lying
Denying that I’ve fallen
For the slithering, slobbering tongue
The pheromones it excreted
While falling deep
Into your
Trap

Uh
Your hands
Scan territories beyond
What the ancients trekked
Begging some kind of claimant
But you’re no native
Only a visitor.
Away, feet
Walk

MMm
This tension
Calls a display
Of the sinful bodies
Likened to the very first
But no serpent lurks;
Ignorance the fruit.
Bare be
Skin

YES!
Please me
While I you
¡Bailar tango de dos!
Tangled till the big finish.
Somber is our return;
Path of strangers.
Beyond memory,
Nonexistent.

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