A serpent with a smooth tongue
Did feel
The heel
Of a girl’s shoe
As through
The grass
It slithered.
The girl quivered
But knew not she had been stung
By one who lives among
Rakes in suits
Who’s boots
Will trample a maiden’s heart.
She had not the art
To comprehend
The depths to which man will descend
Nor how he does attain his fell ends.
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K Morris - Poet 
Really resonates with me, love the way your delivered another story inside the first. 🙂
Thanks Janni. I am delighted my poem resonated with you. Kind regards. Kevin
This is fantastic!
Thank you! Kevin