Flights Of Fantasy

Holding hands through the wildflowers
Laying in lush green fields
Kissing away morning hours
Oh, the dawning sun is so
Welcoming
They are truly blessed
To partake in this fantasy

As dragons weave in flights of fancy
Hearts drawn on topaz canvas
Beg for quivered arrows to be freed
Oh, swiftly is the sun now
Rising
The best of all possible worlds
And they get to live in it

Tender bodies grappling in the wildgrass
Each thrust firmly guided by hands upon ass
Oh, here the sun brightly
Shines
Suckling the tit at one another's breast
Unparalleled is the ecstasy

As dragons spiral in endless flights
High above their heads like fantastic kites
The sun is the Hearth of Life
As lovers feel
Warmth upon naked skin

Strewn about in no particular fashion
Undergarments of lace
Corsets of leather

A delicious picnic of passion
Never a foot race
Is a liesurely stroll of lust

Wherever dragons of a feather
Must flock together

Young maidens taste honey drizzled lips
Fair haired mounds between trembling hips
Oh, now the sun is
Disappearing
In the west
Going down into the sea

Dragons melt into the glowing horizon
Unable to keep their squinting eyes open
Oh, the sun has
Fallen
Moans turn to squealings
Delightful feelings they revel in

Twin sisters meandering as they roam
Shouts from the valley call them back home
Oh, the sun shall come around once more
And dragons will surely soar again

Whenever

They wander off alone

Together

In flights of fantasy

On wings of dragonfeather