Her perfect form lying there
in the tall green grass of Eden
with her legs spread invitingly open
Snakes were entering her womb.....
Evil despicable serpents with foul vile breath
some of them were speaking in tongues
....one had a Slavic accent
….another spoke with a distinctive lisp
The serpents licked her anxious thighs
and she would grotesquely moan
with each of her savored little bites
of the forbidden fruit she was holding
to her lying painted though perfect lips....
Oh how she loved the torment of it all....
2007© t sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-aren-t-in-kansas-anymore/
