The Dragon

The Dragon I feel the Dragon's breath on my skin,
His hunger feeds on the fire within,
And I give to him all he needs to live.

I feel the Dragon's tongue touch my face,
While he takes a slow torturous pace,
As he pins me with his heated gaze.

I feel the Dragon whisper my name,
Silently he drives my senses insane,
Deep into the pit of pleasures flames.

I feel the Dragon quicken his pant,
His name slips from my lips in a sacred chant,
Consumed by desires he makes me want.

I feel the Dragon lay down his head,
In his embrace we slip unsaid,
Onto the inferno of his downy bed.

I feel the Dragon's feral flames,
Where only he and I remain,
Sated by the love we have attained.

© Bobbi

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