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Oh!

Lingering in his abode

A most usual position

This serpent dwells in my soul

Sighting his head at the pinnacle of my desires

Twisting and turning in a trance-like state

My eyes fixate

My body urges once more

For the taste of its warmth in my blood

With Eve hid in the confessional

I approach him

Noting his mood was offset

As I digress from matters at hand

I look over my shoulder

His eyes follow in a serpentine fashion

Catching my glance

The tension had snapped

Coiling his strike for the vicious lash unleashed

Upon my face

Pistol in hand

It pressed cold and firm upon my temple

As a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead

"Was there someone back there boy?"

"Nobody I swear"

Just the shadows that haunt my addiction

An unconvinced face was only to be shrugged off and replaced

With a look of concern

"If you get done, you didn't get it from me"

Cursing me once again

I reach for its touch and catch it in my palm

The back of his head resembled a mad man talking to himself

His shadow sild and twisted through the pews

Laughing, he pocketed his gun, turning to my face

"You got any new associates?

Give 'em a taste of what ol' Allie's got

And you'll give them a good shot

I'll make it worth your while"

He proceeded to his exit, leaving the chapel

I open my hand to reveal the opium