The Cobra’s kiss

Inspiration

It’s him, it’s the king… my mind has been whirling since I saw him the very first time. I am dizzy. His image spins, spins again without respite in my head although it hurts sometimes…

To know him is to never forget him. It hurts, like the bite of a cobra. I tell you, believe me: he is the king. The coldness of his pink and white gold ring paralyzes me and sometimes burns me. It hugs my finger. Hypnotic as the cobra’s pupil, its ruby in the center freezes me. On my skin is engraved raw: Do not leave. Since his passionate kiss I have inked him deep inside me… I miss him more than ever, even when he is at my bedside. I’ll tell you and shout it out if I have to: I love him to death. Sometimes his ring paralyzes me, chokes my finger like cobra venom… When he leaves, I collapse. My universe, the love of my life … He is mine, I am his. I tell you again and again, my king to me is him.