Serpents Bite Poem by K.M. Naumann

The said assailant was third such a kiss,
Thus thinking assured by the bliss;
So assigning assertable theories, amiss,
Of amorous and tenderness.

Awed at outrageous amounts of laud,
She ought to incredulous yawns;
But tawdry jaws sold all outfits
Of his outlandish pawns.

Through assorted masses of thee's misses
His thanks to her assessed thin;
So suppressing sanctions of passion and sweet,
Chaos and scarring within.

Cunningly sound yet cowardly found,
His poison exposed out loud.
Howls now heard as a sickness.
A raw new dawn here without.