Biting the head of the snake

I stared into his eyes
his yellow and red eyes..
I stroked his smooth scaley skin,
his liquid jade and gold skin,
I even let his tongue 'ssssssssssss' against me,
I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head..as  he whispered,
"just taste the fruit.."
His breathe smelled like broken promises and rum..intoxicating.
I could feel my body respond to every hissss,
and every layer of himself that he wrapped around me.
Am i drunk?
why am i so drunk when I have had nothing to sip,
he has been my only toxin,
and it burns soo good.
But like a flash of mental lightening,
I had a vision.
I saw myself coiling and hissing just like him,
but with no one to tempt,
no one to lure into myself,
even he had slithered away from me.
I opened my eyes, to see him staring at me, calculating, my every, move.
He has done this before, to many,
He always wins this game..
So,
I,
tired of being tempted,
wrapped my hands around his neck as if in ecstasy,
and I bit his head off.