Jezabelle


A woman’s body upon mine,

Clad none, dressed in light,

Skin of white, pale, just right,

A scent of semen, her lips 

surrounding my inner want,

Together, we become a serpent,

Rising into the air without spine,

A love affair between two,

for life.

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