Serpentine

A searing pain.
A kiss curling around her neck
Burns her skin with effortless grace.
The hand that grips her shoulder
Is cold as a winter morning.
This was only knowledge
Better left untouched...

Ignorant bliss.

A gentle hiss,
From the bearer of venom.
The asp of the apple tree.
Deceivingly gentle whispers
Arouse her curiosity.

Temptation...
Each fruit, each leaf
Allure her senses.
Begging to caress velveteen skin,
To bite into that juicy flesh.
The forbidden fruit of Eden.

Her consciousness drifts
From the ecstasy of truth.
Blood still boiling
With the lies underneath.
Her penance of exile
And the pain of death await.