proportions of a wo/man charmed by a snake

From the first instant
my eyes laid bare
circled and squared
at the feet
of a Vitruvian man,
the one uniqueness
in my possession,
I was lust to your loins

as images permeated
shivering my thighs,
I felt a rising veracity
to savour the tang of you

longing to rip your Levi’s
into little streamers and hang them
from my window,
while tieing your Johnny Rebs
to my planter box,
the world would know
you
were
mine

I became the seductress
you could not resist
relentless, doggedly
designing schemes
so Machiavellian,
Lector would
have been impressed
and helped

shameless in my pursuit
pulling out all stops
I acted unaffected,
but the sight of your length
made me drool

my first tell

finally,
the maelstrom
churning my gut
my hunger,
gave me away

under the slick
of your hands,

my body arched
addicted to the textures
and plains,
mania seized all good sense

I writhed as you rocked,
by the time your hands
released my breasts,
I was howling my release
a wildcat thrashed to frenzy.

my trickster's hand called
and beaten by a pro
who could have guessed? me!
aced by the hand of a machinehead