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Blogs > eriedragon4 > Dragons' bytes

Dragons lair  

eriedragon4 64M
1712 posts
9/18/2007 7:03 am

Last Read:
10/31/2007 12:23 am
Dragons lair



Don’t whisper your name.

just lie there wordless as a forsaken vow
and helpless and white in the loins of moon light
that shines down cold on the joshua trees,
in the hunched shoulders of a night
shunned from rising and walking upright
in the warm wet places of the earth.

don't look at me.

you are like a severed hand up turned on rocky soil,
you are cut off from the world that spit you out.
your drumming heart pounds the shivering earth
summoning inky shamans
to lift you naked and bound onto my sacred skins
and chain you helpless by the neck
with tooth and claw, powerless in the slit
in the eye of the smoking beast.
there you will live for no man, taste none of the feast,
but you will know only the heat of my heaving lust,
beg only from my table the sot ted wine and raw meat.

I will come for you.

maybe not tonight. or for a league of solstice nights
but I will come for you like an adder in a crib,
where you sleep as a in the coils of a wicked dream,
a deep hole where serpent tongues lick at your heels
like small red flames rising in your slippery seams.
I will take you from behind, heaving every way,
my thick tongue lashing your jeweled ear with red stripes
of a carnal language lost to the modern world
while I bend you like a slave on the wooded alter
and bind you unrelenting to my kindled graven urges.
my right hand will be upon your face,
my left strangling your hair in desperate grip,
and that muffled cry you hear is the sound of your
craven freedom rolling it from her grave,
as I take you in the roiling night against your will
like fronds stripped and submissive in the howling wind,
and drive your shivering flesh deep into the storm
until I drain your sheepish lust like a vaporous swamp
and all that moves in the boneless air
are the loping sobs of release and the echoes
of screams clotted in the stalactite's
like ancient Dragons rutting in their lair.
Whispersoftly5 59F
15173 posts
9/18/2007 2:46 pm

 Very powerful and erotic! I'm honored whenever you leave a poem for me and I'm left with yearning from nerve endings on down to my very bone marrow. I'm left yearning. {=}


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