My snake

My longing, cheeky one-eyed snake,
Has hungered for some oyster cake.
It's full of special secret sauce,
The more it yearns, the more it grows.
 
Its knobby head expands in size,
I've lost control, I realize.
That single eye just looks at me,
Its slimy tears, for sure, I see.
 
The length has doubled, skin looks tight,
Its pulsing with its lustful might.
It needs to have that cake right now,
To ravage secret sauce somehow.
 
I've got no way to bring such cake,
And feed it to my hungry snake.
My angry pet just wants to poke,
To calm it down I'll rub and stroke...
 
Its ruddy head - it seems to work,
It didn't have to be such jerk!
In pleasure waves it's come to weep,
Then we, both happy, rest and sleep.