Smoking hot book
the book was smoking hot
you could see the gray whirls escaping
I wondered at the danger of opening it
laughed when I saw the fierce dragon
someone had done such a job on this novel
the head was intricately carved
she had scalloped fingers and flame-like wings
I was entranced and enchanted
who climbs out of a book like this?
she was trying to whisper something to me
I put my ear a little closer but was wary
after all, who wants their ear on fire?
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