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Touch of the Dragon
— — — — — — The dragon’s kitchen, ancient spices full I choose food, you teaching me. Without notice, your touch slides down my back. Delicate, barely a touch — more your fingers verse. Which says — honey, I’m hungry for your lips. In the calm of the day on the castle wall The golden dragon landed This image is your true nature. * Under the snowy mountains, who takes and gives lives by a marvelous nature of her own. Made of eternal oak wood and volcanic stone. I was created for you — to your liking. To be your water cradle. My chest to be your headboard. * You were made for me. From the gentle birch and elegant cherry. In a silver cradle surrounded by flowers. And with the dragon’s heart to be my soul guardian. * Our nest in the stone chamber. Drums of fire from underground. Passion music carries our bodies. I fly with a dragon because our bodies are one. Everything is open and flowing naturally. Thought, speech, touch, sigh, the cry of love. * In the timeless green of your eye I lose myself; I feel your touch down my back again. Barely a touch — it’s more a bite of passion. I see a flower garden planted on the Island of Love. All created out of our sighs. When I leave this world I’ll take just a picture of your touch. — — # — —
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