When you told me I was
chasing the dragon,
I failed to mention that
the chase had already
ensued, ended, and rottenly fruited.
An extremely erotic affair
it was for us,
(me and the dragon)
as the fire it exhaled
from the depths of its lungs
fueled my core to breathe.
And as I did yours,
that dragon slew my love,
ate my adoration,
and left me nothing more
than a grinded pile of remains.
What's now left of me
is glad to have escaped the beast
as orgasmic as it was,
but in some uncertain
and unknown way...
in my calm today...
I still somewhere deep,
deep deep deep down inside
yearn to feel
the flame
the claws
the heat
the pain
of the beast again.
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