Faith in you, and tonight's dragons are made impotent
Waiting for you, my endless sunless tunnels cave in
Wanting you, I linger in the dust
I have you
And a sparkling woman rises
bedecked with dragon's teeth for jewels
My dusty sight been made perfect
a parched and loveless self
made moist
Believe in me.
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2 comments:
That is erotic writing and so tantilising.
Thanks Terry. My imagination is my best friend.
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