A Dance with a Dragon

Are you ready?

She whispers so softly, so darkly,

I can taste Her already;

She is velvet, warm and heady on my tongue.

I can only nod.

My heart pounds, my throat constricts,

I don't think I am ready, but it begins;

Her hand takes mine and we step.

Each move is in rhythm.

We take tandem steps, sensual swirls,

the darkness parts for Her, obedient, recoiling;

I am afraid but something in Her touch holds me.

I see the Dragon.

I feel the power beneath that silken flesh,

I fear and desire it, I resist and need it;

The spark burns in those deep crimson eyes.

It begins to devour me.

Her hands guide, maneuver, manipulate me,

swing, sway, hypnotize me;

I can't resist the Dragon's allure, the pull, the call.

I can't breath.

I can only move and watch, wait,

She pulls me closer, it's happening;

She devours me, wraps around me, takes me whole.

I am me again.

Wrapped up in Her, one with Her, Hers.

She cradles my soul;

Her arms hold and sooth, love and cherish me.

The dance never ends with a Dragon.