Something seductive in his smile
convinces you
that you're different.
He won't bite you.
You revel in the moment,
caress his shiny scales,
let him wind around you.
How can you act surprised
when you wake up in a pile on the floor
confused, in pain,
and he's nowhere in sight?
Fortunately,
his poison is weak.
He's not as dangerous as he thinks he is.
Author notes
Just try to not think of Paula Abdul's song "Cold-Hearted Snake". 
Written November 22nd, 2005
