Dancing Dragons

I thought, back then, that what I felt for her was love. Jack said it was just lust and certainly nothing less. He had a point, she stank of pure pheromonal passions, Together we had an alchemy of ardor and odor. We grappled at sultry flesh and made it speak. There were no soft whispers, howls and growls were our feverish cravings our furious devotions. Jack said: he could hear us thrashing together clear across town, that we were always on fire. Even strangers saw us through a blood red sexual prism, their eyes darkening as erotic dragons danced before them. Jack was a bit of a poet. I was simply a raging animal caught in a love net, but of course, Jack already knew that.