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 I am the serpent Warmed by the heat of your sun 
 Asleep until woken
 Letting the rain into my window
 My curtains billowing, sails upon a ship
 Bound for unknown lands, each seagull
 A beacon of hope, each cloud
 A sign post, the distant shapes of mountains
 Calling to me, singing a joyous chorus
 My tongue flickering, tasting each moment
 Rubbing myself raw against you
 My rock, my anchor
 Shedding my skin, my scales glistening in the sunlight
 Coiling and uncoiling around you
 Until, where I begin
 And where you end
 Is forgotten.

 If they could see you, you say,
 And I answer with silence, my uncertain smile
 Speaking volumes
 If they could see you, this time with fire,
 My face framed, palms cool against my burning cheeks
 As I see you, dangling apples between your thighs,
 Juicy and red and sweet,
 Would they not have risked paradise as well?
 I reply with a kiss, happily surrendering innocence for knowledge
 My mouth hungering to taste the divinity of your gifts
 Your forbidden cunt, full of sin, or so I was told
 The first time I ate of your flesh,
 I opened my eyes and saw the walls of the garden for what they truly were.

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