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