Dragon
Whenever I dream of a dragon,
She's tatooed and covered in ink,
Enticing my mind to imagine,
The icing of blue upon pink...
Flowing like water and pouring,
The color she wears like a dress,
Yet hiding what seems so alluring,
What others may see as excess...
And never a drip as its running,
Just missing a space down her back,
That obviously makes her as stunning,
As anything else I look at...
So hastily I grab a paint brush,
That's made from the finest of hair,
To run down her body as I blush,
Uncovering what's already there....
Whenever I dream of a dragon,
I hope it has painted on skin,
Because anything else I imagine,
Could not be as fun to begin..
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