"He awakened with mindless readiness and turned toward us. Fingers and tongues explored the terrain of my torso and traveled its mounts and open plains, its canyons and crevices. Limbs slid over limbs like a slithering tangle of hungry boas and shed their garments like discarded snakeskins. Shutting my eyes, I imagined serpents braiding and coiling themselves into a moving maze of gleaming scales. The skein of muscled strands tied knots to no avail and tunneled in and out upon themselves. I felt myself rise and swell to their touch. Waterfalls thundered in my ears. Arctic lights swirled behind closed lids. Earthquakes shook my thrusting pelvis, and the deepest quicksand churned in my tissued core. The unguided head of a penis butted its way toward my safe, wet enclosure while another groped blindly along my thigh. Serpentine limbs flexed with a sense of destiny now and hastened toward conclusion. The multitude of predators and prey clasped each other in a paralyzing grip and, with a series of great spasmodic gulps, released. I opened my eyes and saw the entire galaxy swirling."
Snake Dance -- Rose Solomon (Ladies' Home Erotica)