Skin on Skin
by David Buchan

Come, my serpent lover, out of your house of glass and into my arms. Oh, how your tongue stabs the air!
You tease.
Our bed awaits us.
Now we’ll go all the way. Our two naked bodies writhe on sheets as black as sin. I tingle as you slither between my heat.
A fusion of love, warm and cold, begins.
I thrash upon the caress of your scales; I long for your powerful emerald embrace.
And I forget my life of toil beyond the walls of our love nest.
Hold me tighter . . . please. I climax. You coil around my body, feeling for the dwindling beat of my heart. It’s yours.
Soon, we’ll become one.