I have seen those eyes before,
the subtle stare
that lingers
and sums you
in their glint—
eye’s
iridescence.
Those eyes
that speak
for wordless lips
that salivate
and circle—
taste
of tender skin.
Eyes
that long to run
rippling fingers
along your spine
and descend
into the cavern
at your
core.
I have seen those eyes before,
age deciphered
the snake’s
intent.
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