Hand in the snake pit — black mamba chase.
Head through the lion’s cage — head on a plate.
Two feet on the hot coals — last dance at the ball.
Blindfold on the tightrope — whenever you call.
Be my slippery slider, Black Mamba crawl over me.
Dark thoughts of the sleepless — hung out to dry.
Slip through the bedclothes — unblinking eye.
Long tongue flickering — fixed stare grip.
Sweet venomous potion, held to my lip.
Be my slippery slider, Black Mamba crwal over me.
A tropical whisper. A sibilant kiss.
Soft strike teasing. Dangerous bliss.