Cobra

Eyes of obsidian the good stuff powerful venom flower leaf flare it up! like a Vagina reptile babe patterns repepitious to the head your kiss killed me. So thanks I'm cold scales being stoned THC panels highlighted to crimson violet feather to fly and more durable than the pedal from lotus position in the cinnabar wreath naked berry forked tongue and invisible terrain of jungle space that parallels my pucker. Let your hair down and the trance of delicate lips tittilate your V's porche plum. To eat you up and have your fangs for Burning Man or devoured in your lair in some ancient forgotten city by the manic gibbons and ayahausca vine mushroom altar throne.