The Snake Charmer

[CandiO]

 

I recently discovered this dissertation on an old laptop. Don't shoot the messenger, gentlemen ;-)

To Me:
12/28/14
        
Sometimes I feel like a snake charmer, on my knees, playing my magic flute before a seemingly empty basket on the ground. I am an alumnus of Band Camp for Skin Flute Players. I play a well rehearsed tune. I no longer need to think of where and when to place my fingers on my flute, nor how hard or soft to put my lips on my instrument.

As I open my mouth, an old cobra's narrow head emerges above the rim of the basket. Its eyes peek at me over the edge, hesitate, and it is only when I stare back into its eyes, does it continue to rise. I play my magic flute until it stands at attention and is eager for me to continue my musical audition

Finally, its tongue flicks from its snout a few times and that is when its head begins to morph. The deadly snake starts to sway back and forth in unison with my flute. As long as I maintain eye contact, its throat continues to flatten to become the hood that will flare out on either side of its narrow neck.

My melody picks up in tempo. The serpent mimics the swaying of my flute in tandem, like a metronome. I swiftly tickle the front of the basket it is uncoiling from and it widens its hood even further. It strikes out at my instrument, but I do not flinch. Like a well choreographed pair of dancers, we tease one another.

I sneak a finger under the back of the basket this time, and it turns sharply, showing the 2 aposmatic eyes glaring back at me on the rear of its hood. I imagine a bridge in the background, and the scene becomes a miniature version of Munch's 'The Scream'. If there was only a small circular spot below the eyes on its hood, it would look exactly like the man screaming in the painting. I find this absolutely hilarious and try my best not to laugh. The drunken serpent swivels in confusion, as I ambush it from below. A tickle here and a tickle there.

Because, I KNOW, as soon as I turn my attention to grab a condom, during that microscopic nanosecond of time, when there's a break in the music and the constant stimulation of our dance stops, its hood will begin to shrink and narrow and the body of the serpent will start to slump back into its basket. This fragile creature cannot maintain its ferocity, not even for the blink of an eye. It withers in the absence of my tongue's attention, while I reach to select the correct sized hat he needs to wear.

The owner of the serpent either cannot, or will not, even lend a hand (of which he has TWO) to maintain the erection of this deflating appendage that is attached to HIS body, not mine. In a perfect world, I would have 4 hands, a second tongue between my tits and a blow hole atop my head like a dolphin. In which case, I would be so rich I would not be writing this dissertation. But, I digress.

I hold the condom on the end of my pinky finger, poised to snatch the now confused cobra firmly by the head and quickly attempt to roll its hat on before it can object further. I try to pick up where I had just left off, and in the time it takes to open a hat wrapper, so I may continue my melody and dance, my efforts are not rewarded. The serpent fails to return to its previously held resplendent form, only moments before. It is now annoyed and rolls its eyes at me, as if to say, "WTF, lady.....you cant put MY hat on MY head with YOUR mouth, with one hand giving me the death grip and the other hand tickling my basket, all at the same time, without missing a beat? Get with the program, Sister! Chop! Chop!"

So, again we start the dance. The now clearly inconvenienced snake forces out a big heavy sigh and slowly peeks its head up out of the basket again, but this time with much less enthusiasm. It is a tired cobra, but will not admit it. Its colors not so brilliant, its skin not so luxurious, as when it was a young virile serpent. Not only does its skin need constant stroking or choking, but its ego does as well. Hard for a gal to do with her mouth full of flute and only having 2 hands and the need to breathe air. That is, if I haven't already passed out from the lock jaw of exhaustion one endures being a Snake Charmer.

CandiO

 

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Edited June 13, 2016 by Raoul

[crazyb]

all i can say is WOW

[Jez UaBriain]

Plus one! plus 1, + one ! etc. etc.  I love  the analogy Candio  because we are indeed snake charmers of sorts. The analogy is spot on. And entertaining as well. We ladies love the one eyed snake, or tally whacker, pecker, Johnson, willie ,  and other assorted names as the penis can be called. But it definitely is more fun when the guys put forth a little effort also before lock -jaw sets in. Which can especially be a problem when the guy is well endowed.

[Scarlett Dayne]

I like to consider myself more of a Snake Whisperer lol. Hee hee... Just being silly lol ;-)~

[Kaduk]

7 hours ago, Scarlett Dayne said:

I like to consider myself more of a Snake Whisperer lol. Hee hee... Just being silly lol ;-)~

 

Snake Charmer

[Scarlett Dayne]

I am most like the woman in the red dress sitting on the suitcase with the mountains in the background. It's me in Boulder lol

From Dusk til Dawn is a GREAT movie!! That video is Sizzlin' HOT!!

But...

The only snakes I ever play with... Only have one eye lol ;-)~

[Jez UaBriain]

Snake Charmer, Snake Whisper, or Snake Dancer ....pecker or real reptile   ...you got love them. I happen to like snakes. Once upon a time in  the past I used to have a red tree boa named Jasper.

[Kaduk]

2 minutes ago, Jez UaBriain said:

Snake Charmer, Snake Whisper, or Snake Dancer ....pecker or real reptile   ...you got love them. I happen to like snakes. Once upon a time in  the past I used to have a red tree boa named Jasper.

AnD Jez knows that there are No Snakes on the emerald isle.......

[Cecilia]

On 06/13/2016 at 11:57 AM, CandiO said:

 

I recently discovered this dissertation on an old laptop. Don't shoot the messenger, gentlemen ;-)

To Me:
12/28/14
        
Sometimes I feel like a snake charmer, on my knees, playing my magic flute before a seemingly empty basket on the ground. I am an alumnus of Band Camp for Skin Flute Players. I play a well rehearsed tune. I no longer need to think of where and when to place my fingers on my flute, nor how hard or soft to put my lips on my instrument.

As I open my mouth, an old cobra's narrow head emerges above the rim of the basket. Its eyes peek at me over the edge, hesitate, and it is only when I stare back into its eyes, does it continue to rise. I play my magic flute until it stands at attention and is eager for me to continue my musical audition

Finally, its tongue flicks from its snout a few times and that is when its head begins to morph. The deadly snake starts to sway back and forth in unison with my flute. As long as I maintain eye contact, its throat continues to flatten to become the hood that will flare out on either side of its narrow neck.

My melody picks up in tempo. The serpent mimics the swaying of my flute in tandem, like a metronome. I swiftly tickle the front of the basket it is uncoiling from and it widens its hood even further. It strikes out at my instrument, but I do not flinch. Like a well choreographed pair of dancers, we tease one another.

I sneak a finger under the back of the basket this time, and it turns sharply, showing the 2 aposmatic eyes glaring back at me on the rear of its hood. I imagine a bridge in the background, and the scene becomes a miniature version of Munch's 'The Scream'. If there was only a small circular spot below the eyes on its hood, it would look exactly like the man screaming in the painting. I find this absolutely hilarious and try my best not to laugh. The drunken serpent swivels in confusion, as I ambush it from below. A tickle here and a tickle there.

Because, I KNOW, as soon as I turn my attention to grab a condom, during that microscopic nanosecond of time, when there's a break in the music and the constant stimulation of our dance stops, its hood will begin to shrink and narrow and the body of the serpent will start to slump back into its basket. This fragile creature cannot maintain its ferocity, not even for the blink of an eye. It withers in the absence of my tongue's attention, while I reach to select the correct sized hat he needs to wear.

The owner of the serpent either cannot, or will not, even lend a hand (of which he has TWO) to maintain the erection of this deflating appendage that is attached to HIS body, not mine. In a perfect world, I would have 4 hands, a second tongue between my tits and a blow hole atop my head like a dolphin. In which case, I would be so rich I would not be writing this dissertation. But, I digress.

I hold the condom on the end of my pinky finger, poised to snatch the now confused cobra firmly by the head and quickly attempt to roll its hat on before it can object further. I try to pick up where I had just left off, and in the time it takes to open a hat wrapper, so I may continue my melody and dance, my efforts are not rewarded. The serpent fails to return to its previously held resplendent form, only moments before. It is now annoyed and rolls its eyes at me, as if to say, "WTF, lady.....you cant put MY hat on MY head with YOUR mouth, with one hand giving me the death grip and the other hand tickling my basket, all at the same time, without missing a beat? Get with the program, Sister! Chop! Chop!"

So, again we start the dance. The now clearly inconvenienced snake forces out a big heavy sigh and slowly peeks its head up out of the basket again, but this time with much less enthusiasm. It is a tired cobra, but will not admit it. Its colors not so brilliant, its skin not so luxurious, as when it was a young virile serpent. Not only does its skin need constant stroking or choking, but its ego does as well. Hard for a gal to do with her mouth full of flute and only having 2 hands and the need to breathe air. That is, if I haven't already passed out from the lock jaw of exhaustion one endures being a Snake Charmer.

CandiO

 

I'm out of reps to give but a huge "Bravo" to you, my darling. What an astoundingly accurate and relatable piece.

<3

Edited June 29, 2016 by Cecilia