The Mating Call of the Panty Python
Come hither, come hither
and then we’ll go thither,
together we’ll slither into the long grass.
I’ll coil and caress you,
I’ll cuddle and bless you
’til ecstasy gets you to stay in my grasp.
My gaze is hypnotic,
my rule is despotic,
Though love is entropic, perhaps ours will last.
Don’t count down the seconds
when orgasm beckons
and don’t ever reckon the moment is past.
With coitus completed
and stores all depleted
then love is defeated, if slightly too fast.
But next time I meet you,
I’ll welcome and greet you,
and make your drum beat in our intimate dance.
