The Dragon's Virgin

The virgin was laid down naked upon the beast which breathed fire.
In the heart of this one, this woman, this female of humanity was sex that was pure.
Her sex was flowers in the garden of a new Earth.
She was the personification of lust, passion and desire.
No shame or guilt could put out natures own heat.
It could not touch the Soul of what she wanted.
She was a virgin because no evil, no darkness could contaminate her heart.
With her flesh and spirit knew each other well.
She would smile at the most passionate and love them for warmth.
The power of the mountain she now laid was felt through her entirely.
Would the mountain become the volcano and take her?
Would it let her live with its power that now coursed through her?
She opened her legs on the sacred mountain and relieved her want of desire.
With hands that tempted the Earth itself she reached into her garden.
Her legs were spread wide as if she wanted to please her world totally.
She was willing to give it all up.....her love, desire and flesh for her people and all.
She nourished the moment with the mountains power.
The bond was in spirit between her and the mountain and it rose to a peak in both.
Her garden, her sex and her hands played to the beginning beat of life.
She was high up in thin air with poison fumes........and she played herself into beauty beyond compare.
A Goddess was created high up in a zone that was death for most.
The Dragon lived there.
She would live however and come down the mountain with the greatest vessel of life.
She would bare children for mortal man and give birth to giants.
The Dragon did not kill the woman but gave certain life back to the people.