His back a soft expanse laid bare, invited nails;
She left a curlicue, a trail behind her nails.

Her gentle touch a tantalising promise held
for ever. Hands so frail have much more need of nails.

He lay, quite unsuspecting, wallowing in lust;
his imperfections Braille he yielded to her nails.

Beneath her velvet touches lurked a subtle snake
with undulating scales which writhed with lethal nails.

Too late, his natural defences failed to work.
His coffin lid a jail made permanent - her nails