Tale of a Dragon and His Siren
The siren awaits for his arrival
...head bowed
...eyes downcast
a fragile heart, happiness rarely found to last
but the Dragon fulfills his victory
in his care she feels secure, loved and at peace
powerfully embraced by him she finds true release.
She quickens at his every footstep
body trembles beneath his gaze
longing for the sound of the Dragon's praise.
With each touch her blood turns to liquid fire
in constant thought
to fulfill this dragon's deepest desire.
beneath the bite of his lash
the curves of her body dance
her screams, moans, her cries
newly become the Dragon's romance.
She gives her complete trust
an oath she has loudly made
willingly captivated by the Dragon's steel blade;
cold metal shines bright
from the mouth of the dragon
the curves of her bod in sight
become the Dragon Warrior's delight.
He shields it with skill
unlike anyone she has known
with the warrior's blade of life
the Dragon has made her his own.
In spirit the Dragon is the one to make
her fly under the Dragon's command
she will give anything a try.
Going back in time would never be the same
for she has now felt the searing heat
of the Dragon's blazing flame.
Her eyes glisten from his touch
she longs for the moment
to be lost in his eyes so much.
To lay peacefully in his arms,
silently prays, she now can sleep;
for he is in unison with her now
she gives unconditional love for him to keep.
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