Dragons & The Night

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I have left the mount's gold-gilded halls
and walk where twilight evening falls.
I come to thee with stars cheering round,
diamonds that sparkle upon the ground.

The pearl moon blissfully rises up
to display her flashing silver cup.
I steal her effulgent moonbeam light
and come to you this beautiful night.

Softly to terrace I am stealing.
I can no longer shroud this feeling.
Behold me naked, my clothes are shed.
I softly walk over to your bed.

I kiss your brow, your inviting lips,
tongue-touches to stomach and your hips.
Flesh is warm and deep sigh expresses,
you like the feel of my caresses.

From the garden blows the wind of spring.
It whispers of love unto my king.
You open eyes as I touch you there,
soft and gentle with the utmost care.

My body becomes like land and sea
as surges of love rush over me.
Kisses of wind touch my fevered lips
as hurricanes move my slender hips.

Buttery folds enslave your desire,
cresting of waves climaxing higher.
Space is tight as the earth is turning.
Stained with blood, the silk veil is burning.

I feel the heat of your heart-shaped tip
as your tongue slips past my moaning lip.
Lights appear on the mount of pleasure
born of your Godhead's full-length measure.

A thousand-armed shaft moves slow inside.
Worlds are concealed in the rushing tide.
The moment opens ... breathless, afire.
Pockets of pleasure brim with desire.

We grow light as lamps outside of time,
mystical pulse of rhythm and rhyme.
Swooning slowly in depths of delight,
I hear roaring dragons in the night.