A/N: This isn't something I usually write. I don't know how it turned into what it did, but it started with a snake and an odd relationship and somehow turned into implied (or rather inexplicit) sex/rape. Hence the rating.

Kundalini is a coiled serpent, a symbol of pure desire.

Enjoy, and tell me what you think.

Kundalini

Red lips,
Moist
With a salty taste
And the translucent liquid
That holds still by a thread.

A leash,
Or a noose around your neck,
Tethering you to a pole
Made from dittany
And smelling stalks:

My walking stick
Of little use.
My staff of magic,
Of tricks and spells
And illusions kissing
Your oblivious eyes
Into darkness.

Pale hands smoothly
Caress the outline
Of every muscle tone

Drifting without border
Over scales of oil
And blood

And you shiver
Intoxicated,
Excited,
Delusional,
High,
Fast…

Not even noting
The fangs clawed deep
Into your chest, dripping
A drip of poison
Into your blood
With each beat.

Nay. You only feel
The bliss,
The pure ecstasy
Of my enthral,

The beautiful body
Moulting beneath your own,
Wax holding the jaws in place

And you stretch to move,
But my tail curls tight,
My poison drips,
My eyes rise.

Aye,
You thought the snake was you
To take advantage
Of an innocent child
White,
Pure,
To wash yerself with smelling scents
To fade before day's end.

The serpent coiled fast
Passion present…
But passion not.

Drained,
Skinless,
Bloodless,
I lie with open yellow orbs
Upon black sheets

Now sleep
Ye devil serpent…
A laugh,
A hiss
And fangs withdraw…
Nay,

For I am dead,
Destroyed.

And the snake
Coiled tightly still
Slithers down…
…down…
In white hot flame.

And my one small pleasure

…is that I have stolen your rest…

As you stole mine…
And else aside.