How can you blame her
For eating the fruit that tempted her body
When her lover could not
How can you condemn the pleasure that she craves
That bathes her soul in love
When her lover does not
Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention
A snake is better company than his modest ribcage
Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection
A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray
Don't dare misjudge her, don't you dare shame
Mind the mirror
When passing the blame
Who is culpable? The woman who you mount
Or the man who declares
She should shut her mouth
Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention
A snake is better company than his modest ribcage
Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection
A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray
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How can you blame her
For eating the fruit that tempted her body
When her lover could not
How can you condemn the pleasure that she craves
That bathes her soul in love
When her lover does not
Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention
A snake is better company than his modest ribcage
Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection
A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray
Don't dare misjudge her, don't you dare shame
Mind the mirror
When passing the blame
Who is culpable? The woman who you mount
Or the man who declares
She should shut her mouth
Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention
A snake is better company than his modest ribcage
Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection
A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray
For eating the fruit that tempted her body
When her lover could not
How can you condemn the pleasure that she craves
That bathes her soul in love
When her lover does not
Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention
A snake is better company than his modest ribcage
Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection
A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray
Don't dare misjudge her, don't you dare shame
Mind the mirror
When passing the blame
Who is culpable? The woman who you mount
Or the man who declares
She should shut her mouth
Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention
A snake is better company than his modest ribcage
Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection
A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray
Writer: Jacob Walters
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