A Serpent's Mark

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In this darkness,
you poisoned my heart.
Breathed into my face;
your fangs I shall not resist.
I pull my hair in ecstasy
As you slither down my arms;
laying your clandestine marks;
all upon my desires.

You tightened around my neck,
wrapped around like a noose
Choking me;
Of my own hunger
Feeding me;
The seed of your nectar.

I should have known death,
my old friend
yet the pleasure in you made me submit myself.
I let you nest;
in the valley of my treasures;
let you breed among
the holes I dug deep within.

I knew the end was near;
I shall not depart;
empty handed.
Victim to my pleasures
intoxicated;
vulnerable to never know
Buried;
deep inside the soil
my soul etched
with a serpent's mark.

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