Duchess

I call to you,
a tip of a finger to
smooth, flexing scales—
shiver of movement
slides against my flesh,
a contraction of muscle.
Your thick trunk
winds like a belt,
squeezing—
a reminder of your
presence, a sensation
of serpentine
caresses.

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