ex sex

 He breathes like one who's been choked
gulping air, spitting wind;
strangled by the python bitch.
Even though her words still sting,
her cunt calls him.

Her scent pervades his conscious thought,
while she dances in his cold-sweat nightmares.
Her taste is on his tongue.
He still can feel her mouth on him
like it was moments ago
not the long weeks
that separate lovers from
enemies.

She is standing in his bedroom.
There is fear and lust
swarming in his stomach.
Angry bees are stinging.
His throat swells with tears
His cock's hard.
He doesn't know
which trigger to pull.

It's not long...
her mouth's on his,
When it was good
it was damn good.
Her hand slides down his pants
The fight is lost.

His choking is prolonged,
fighting for self and air.
She toys with him.
He is intoxicated by her venom,
deluding himself-
he can handle this.
She stretches her jaw,
starting with his cock,
She plans to swallow him whole.