- Erotic Poetry
- Butterfly becoming a dragon
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I am the chrysalis under the assault of her butterfly kisses
I am the damsel in distress held in her clutch
She is the dragon who enfolds me, guards me,
and I don't mean dragon because of her eczema
Because, well, not
I am the princess, I am no longer the princess,
although I am wearing pink underwear tonight, but, whatever
In her dragon's chamber I watch layers of brimstone laces
circle toward her ceiling, swooped up in the fan
The tiniest wingbeats flit flit along my willing body
With her tenderest touch she turns me into fire and ashes
The serfs are screaming and clamoring for justice
The serfs are screaming and clamoring for justice
Oh wait I am the serfs
I am conquered, let us rest, please let us rest, o fiery dragon,
By the glow of this molten hearth
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