Angela Anaconda; Exotic Dancer
By 1stpoet
Angela Anaconda; Exotic Dancer Satan took the form of a serpent Beautiful to tempt Eve, and there she was before me beautiful Angela Anaconda sidewinding on stiletto heels a rhythmic motion like a tongue sensing the air around for prey she spies me Angela Anaconda she clings to the brass pole defying gravity Breasts firm, pyramids of the god’s reaching for the heavens as her back arches hair touching the floor and her legs, like a boa; constricting the pole Angela Anaconda slowly sliding downward slithering upon stomach towards me eyes fixated does she sense the heat I am producing Angela Anaconda she strikes her touch is venom I become rigid in my chair I am her next meal Angela Anaconda William S. Dawes © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 08:16 AM PST 0 • 10
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