She, the Serpent, Coiled and Cold

Gently, she lays
Coiled and cold
Waiting
For the heat of play

Go away!
Lest her tongue and her sways
Stun you
Into her bind

Small, though she is
Floored were the great
Who sleep on her bed
Of grass

Jump not in the field
To trap her in tricks
Her moves
Disguise best in green

If Whisper, she does
Her tune penetrates
Her twirls
Will twist you in dance

And when you’re gripped
Sing, you will
Her song, sweet release
From her trance

Hide not in the bush
To gaze on her twist
Or mimic her embrace 
On your neck

Lest, by the little
Be beguiled
Into death

But, if you grasp
Her rules of play
And stun her 
With your song

As prey, she’ll floor
Onto the grass
Your flute
She cannot bind

Master your tool,
Penetrate tune,
And twist the coiled
On her bed

Smoothly, she’ll sway
To your musical shaft
Possessed
Her tongue wet with lust

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