Dragon Lust
Fifteen years I’ve lived with dragons
and I bedded each in turn,
but the best,
the one with beryl scales
and wide set eyes,
shows no interest
in my touch.
Nights I kneed, I grind
I tempt him,
execute my skills,
goad him–it’s madness!
His company
too vast to utter.
Yet my efforts fail,
his slumber rocks the walls.
Tonight he shares another’s den.
Dragons do as dragons will,
how was I to know?
The one I’d fallen hardest for
preferred gentlemen to maidens.
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