55 word story :: Lust

The bodies writhed; entangled, consumed, senseless. Pheromones were a living, breathing entity, permeating every cell, every molecule. Concentration focused simply on each other, even as others in the pit coveted, longed and dripped venom. The scientist stepped back, readjusted his spectacles, clinically making a note on his board. The cobras heedlessly continued their mating dance.