C. Michael Miller - Dune Snake

She is a like cinnamon-scented dune beneath me.
Moonlight caresses her with mysterious shadows that
hold euphoric promise... her warm scent
creating nocturnal desires.

She is like a sidewinder sliding
across the desert mosaic...
a sensuous dance, shifting and churning,
constantly moving... challenging...

I dance with her now... her venom coursing
through me... entranced.
I reach out for the scent and comfort of her
warm dune, moving through her shadows...
getting lost in them... hoping never to be found.

C. Michael Miller

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