the cat and the snake

freudian vision
of cock and pussy
predators in their own right
they stand to compliment the other
contradict the other
fascinate the other

feline
in all her feminine glory
moving in that tantalizing way of hers
best bet to land a look as she's
throwing her scent like bait across the room
trying to pull that fucking snake
into her teeth

reptile
in all his male grandeur
following her movement
with his head not his eyes
entranced
he watches
trying not to fall into a trance
lets he be bitten
not with poison
but surely with intent
not to shoot to wound
but to shoot to kill
surely
"hold your ground, soldier"
he says to himself
waiting for that moment of vulnerability
that hole in her armor
where he aims his own strike
so he may floss his own teeth with her entrails

its a balancing act
its a war
and a question
who will eat the skull of the other?
we watch them both move
in their respective hypnotic ways
feel them move inside our respective guts
laying in wait
for the breach to show it's bad angle
so we may hang that skull
from relative genitals
for pride's sake
for warning
and most probably to lure
because a challenge is always nice

"show me your skulls, little girl"
"I have my own pile in the closet"
"with the rest of my life"
"that I will never look at again"
"or find interest"
"as I once did"
"when they were all still"
"so young and fresh"
"and still smelt of blood"
"and lose"

"come along, little girl"
"where's your belt of skulls?"