When they kiss, their lips
Cackle and blabber and chatter
In intimate tales of fierce fervor
They coil and twirl and twist
Dancing steps of rhythm and list
They tussle and wrestle and clash
Fighting battles feisty and rash
They grab and seize and snare
Drawing into hugs of magical fare
They bite and hiss and swallow like
beast
Tomorrow is death and today is a feast
Abhay B. Joshi