The Snake with Oily, Amber Skin
Black, blue and cat’s like eyes,
I've seen everything in wild wild nights,
Brown, black and wax-like skins,
Pressin’ against my skin like hot cross buns.
Flowin’ like honey in a tall beer glass,
Matchin’ the contours of an old hour glass,
Like an amber crystal through looking glass,
She sets you on fire, like pure jazz!
Glowin’ with tears, two blue eyes,
Are keepin’ me in a trance like two magnets,
Twistin’ around me like pole-dancers,
And winding around me like electric wires.
Looks, deadly, my heart skips a beat,
Gaze, electric, designed to paralyze,
Smile, lethal, just beyond words,
And the serpent coils around me in rainy nights.
Dancin’ in the light and hissin’ in the shadows,
Eyes piercin’ me, those laser- sharp arrows,
And caressin’ those wounds with mystical embraces,
We melt together, like two broken ice cubes.
Runnin’ in the rain when the night catches fire,
With the heart pumpin’ and the spirits gettin’ higher,
Feels like salvation in pure mountain air,
And exploding in my soul like Nirvana, here.
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