- Erotic Poetry
- Dragon's Fire
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Dragon-Fire
A sultry turn of voice, or just the eyes, can stir the fire and make the dragon rise.
I never know what prompting will succeed in summoning the dragon's need to feed, but suddenly I feel the earth below begin to quake and quaver, then to grow.
The birds that nestled calmly in the trees take flight in the excitement of a breeze that seems to carry lush and musky scents that seep out from a thousand fragrant vents and fill the humid air with tastes of flesh, then wrap me 'round in all their gauzy mesh.
It lumbers out from deep within its lair, inhaling fertile sparks that lace the air, bristling with a sudden urge to leap, it shuffles off the ghostly chains of sleep.
It centres every sense upon the source that tantalised its now awakened force, with sinews charged like electric strings, it arches back and spreads its leathery wings.
With rushing strokes that claw the air and bite, it leaps and lifts its agile length to flight.
It rises in a spiral through the layers as if ascending steep and unseen stairs.
Suspended at the summit of its climb, its shadow cuts the subtle weave of time and smears with roiling blood the churning sky and sears my desp'rate want with groan and cry.
I feel its its throbbing presence flex and surge, a pent-up passion coiling every urge in readiness to thrust its breath and spill the molten alabaster of its will.
The ground begin to crumble and dissolve as gravity conspires with heights resolve.
An emptiness below is overpowered and calls to have its wanton shreds devoured.
The wheeling beast explodes the trembling skies with savage howls and paralysing cries.
Then, pitching down to slice the thermal walls, it straightens like a battle lance and falls.
It plummets like a scorching focussed beam, then braces to unleash its fiery stream.
The cauldron of its seed - it speaks my name, erupting in a self-consuming flame.
It spreads across the fertile broken ground, a burning sea of primal life unbound.
The chains of flesh and unexpressed desire - they melt away in flames of dragon fire.
21/4/06
©…DreamsWeaver
