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Dreams (Marked To Be a Human Dragon)

Moving into the deep luscious woods perspiring as darkness grew, I saw a lovely high tree with soft branches vanish in the green sky Climbing up within its branches I saw a sparkling stone drop down To roll and grow to coconut size as it vanished in the green bushes. Loosing my balance I began to fall waking up sweating in my bed. To observe the green fruit resting beside the edge of the cupboard Coaxing the giant size egg, willing it to split in two, I saw it crack It moved as the clatter increased with hard hitting sustained knocks. In moments I saw the magic shell break to yield the baby dragon. Shaking its head the new born moved the wings in bold freedom Trotting from the cracked crusts she adjusted to move towards me Uncontrolled my naked right arm exposed itself to her branding bite. The fingers moved to the she devils caress as she struck to mark me. Changing our destiny with her symbolic acceptance of my life form To my fascination the lines of fate, life and heart crisscrossed to jinx I saw her dragon body etch itself to my skin as I became unconscious. Possessed by fear I surrendered defeated within the realm of dreams Chill running down my spine as sweet warmth took charge of my loins Un-chartered hands explored areolas in love sinister passionate moves Dragon union exploded to new frontiers crushing norms in human form. Telepathic connotations over powered my body to her commanding lust “I have followed you through generations and eons to awaken within you, My love” changed DNA structure challenged by your human body desire To dazzle in vibrations as we mate become one in Almighty Gods creation. Feel joy of my closeness when ever the etched dragon moves on your arm. (To be continued as per response.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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