Hugging The Wizened Wood

I hug the wizened wood

Of the well-worn whipping post

Adorned with the pain-stifling love bites

Of its previous incumbents.

 

My mistress behind me moves

Her long black snake unfurls

And hissing towards me hurls

Its venomous bite







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