God was your purpose and you released it,
too what end,
outside.
and Again I must watch it, as it coils against.
Like some dark tree filled with magic,
becalming you longer and thicker.
While that wicked glee, those muscles,
in you
slowly uncoil and
come outside the jar.
Why did you lay,
the neck of that jar between your legs.
That evil broad head,
it's malevolent Grey eye upon you.
And slowly that fearsome organ protrudes,
too wind it's self meticulously around you.
It gathers your scent and it,
knows where you've been.
Do not mistake it,
it was by your own deception for it was you,
that deceived your man.
I like he, only watch it.
Without any mind, it slowly unwinds and
crawls off through the garden of Eve.
s.p.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your work is really dark and sickening sometimes, but highly fascinating too! lol A fantastical write on the serpent in the garden. Smiling at you Tai