the Snake

walking slowly from the labyrinthine of ruins, the smile caressing sunkissed features as she moves through the paths, almost gliding upon the dense and humid air, so lost in thought of the joy in her heart, a dreamy expression fills cobalt vision…

waltzing across beach, the coarseness of the sand, grinding against the souls of tiny feet, like so many granules marking the passage of time, in all that is history, the solitude of history filled with the daring escapades of all that has come before…

tapered fingers reach to the tautness of her belly, the core of all that she is, stopping just before the gentle touch falls upon it, she caresses the sinuous muscles of the serpent, its length wrapping around the trik…

sapphire eyes, looking at the iridescent rainbow of coils winding up her left leg, trailing around her core, spiraling around, the soft lapping of the waves teasing, the diamond shaped head, resting at the ko’lar upon her neck, the darting tongue softly caressing flesh

the snake, undulating upon dal in a torturous turning, the feel of each movement made, caressingly obscuring thoughts as a romantic reverie fills her thoughts, a specter, momentary vision clouding the sight of the beauty abounding…

wrapped in the spiraling hold, the tightening grasp like that of the herculean hold of a Master, engulfing one in His flexuous arms, held by the sheer commanding authority of His well, pulse racing, as the beast within caresses the writhing beast twined moaning softly, heartbeat pounding in her ears …

the feral cry of the jungle beasts so near, the deep rumbling of a sleen, searching to fulfill its needs, the sound drawing her deeper, honey-glistening legs stretching out, spreading impossibly wide, the auburn tresses thrown back to kiss the sand, as the trik bends backward, moaning softly…

the domination of thoughts, by the supremacy of His control on her thoughts, feeling the tightening grip of the hold on heated flesh, the hissing of the serpent caressing her ear as the seductive hold tightens, moving up and around, ever twrirling around…

collapses to knees, overpowered by the weight of the hold of the avaricious steel hold, as dal’s belly begs for more, cobalt eyes searching wildly, the feelings uncoiling within the beast, as the animal coils tighter around dal in response to her palpitations…

glistening flesh, falls to the sands, writhing desire…the serpent moving away in a slow dance, unfurling from its embrace, she whimpers at the sudden loss of the mighty force that held, body aching to please, she searches out His gaze, unfinding… a wickedly temptuous whimpers heard across the sultry air, calling out to Him….

~la kajira~