Reptile Ache

Blood runs cold in the empty hollowness of a reptile ache. The slithering creature performs a seductive dance in the pit of my heart, drawing lucid memories of a past, which is long gone, yet remains obstinately alive. Smouldering beneath a blanket, the flame of long lost passion refuses to be subdued, it is the reptile that aches. Like a flaccid member throbbing and yearning to be kissed by soft, moist lips...Blood red swollen with anticipation...weeping...awaiting the touch of cold scaly skin, crawling across neurons heightened with excitement. Grief and loss wear the face of truth as the reptile hisses it's fork, inviting....tempting. My heart grows weary as I think of a time when the reptile swayed to and fro, unhindered and free. A time when moments were carefree and the future was uncertain and unseen. Alas the moment passes and the reptile fades back into the caverns of thought, which circle and swirl through darkness. The reptile cannot live again, it is gone, it's time is over, only in memory it remains.