It rested upon my silhouette in proud solitude,
....languidly writhed around gratified musculature..

How sensual of you to shed such an elegant vestige upon
my temple... so as to echo the promise.... that you'd once again return
your wanton waters to my lascivious shore to reclaim... the jewel of your follicle,...so ravenously
plucked by scorpion claws weilded by me.....

As I gaze upon this lustful thread.. I remember the timbre of your
sultry feet traversing my rapacious sand... with the rhythm of
starved conga drums re-united with benevolent palms...
This stray serpent wrapped around me doesn't wish to bite, rather she merely yearns
her mother's return,...as do I....and so I endure her resolute stranglehold
until we meet again....for this strand of hair gracefully coiled around my arm belongs to
you.......

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