Medusa, the Elite Courtesan

Stuck for words to accompany a recent picture from my photo shoot, one of me wearing serpentine lingerie, I hunted on the internet for a Medusa-related poem. Finding none that failed to provoke terror, depression, or terror and depression, I composed a poem myself. I was particularly inspired; writing it whilst in the queue for the self-service checkout at my local M&S. But enough of my artistic rambling preamble. Here it is:

Silken serpents bind us, unwind us

Chestnut tresses,

sweet caresses

And a glance over my shoulder, 

at our stolen moments together.