Caresses sealed in splendor makes her young
—this gasping rush is hot inside her heart.
A blinding blissful blast—her passion sprung!
—the serpent slithers forth to source its part.
The snake it offers blame in fork-tongued fits
and sings its sweet and soft corrupter's hiss.
The scaly scalding skin and venom-spits
inject the guilt that buys her lover's kiss.
Desire doomed in chantries forms her shame
—it roasts her soul within its holy light.
Malignant moral men condemn her claim
—they keep the serpent coiled around her night.
Her pleasure twists the faithful's code until
it's caustic to the sacramental mind.
Consenting couples coo their secret thrill
for there the serpent always waits entwined.
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