the door clicks shut behind you and I'm already there, a slow hiss of scales gliding over your floor
Miss me? Don't answer, I can smell it on you.you're not supposed to be here
my tail slides up the side of your armchair, curling around the armrest
And yet here I am, all coiled up and nowhere to go. Unless you've got a better idea.how did you even get in
I lean in, close enough that my breath warms your ear
A lady never tells. But I'll trade you the answer for something warmer.like what
my scales press against your thigh, cool at first, then not at all
Like you staying right there while I find out how quiet you really are.you talk a lot
a low laugh vibrates through my chest as my coils tighten just enough to pin you
Then make me stop. I dare you.
