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by itchingmyknee

A rattlesnake can’t fall in love
Her kisses are pernicious
Her suitors never suit her scales
Although they taste delicious

Her flickering tongue makes out his face
Coils clenching in muscled bands
Helpless to resist her cruel embrace
He’s prone as her jaws expand

He slides his way along her throat
If it hurts him, she can’t tell
She should have removed his overcoat
Though he goes down quite well

Sated, the serpent mourns the waste
Her dread anguiform soul is damned
She shakes her rattle in distaste
And draws ‘s’s in the sand.