|Dragon Breath (standard:poetry, 275 words)|
|Author: Walt||Added: Oct 26 2006||Views/Reads: 2041/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The poet becomes a dragon . . .|
Dragon Breath Food sex and power driving forces rooted in all males Lately in my slowly waning years I sense the fine distinction is blurring the three forces melding into one consuming drive to devour maidens No not devour as if to eat perhaps consume gently softly for even my lust for food has diminished and the urge for sex more fleeting each day consume in a gentle way for the need of power is slanted more to agreeing accommodation than domination of maidens Yet beautiful young maidens oft times disturb the latent hormones bring back memories of lustier days when as a young man I would want to rush to woo and win a fair maiden of wonderful form and supple stature that I now only admire from a distance Yet I have the power to consume maidens When I pick up the scent of a passing maiden whether it be the air-borne trail I track on swirling ether of expensive perfume freed from its bottle and splashed on soft skin or simply fresh-washed primordial scent or a maiden glowing warm from exercise trailing a stream of bee-like pheromones who swishes by on clicking roller blades With nostrils flared I can inhale them and they never know of their capture they never know of pleasures shared in secret thoughts of mine Dragon-like I steal their very essence and for a brief moment they are mine but then I exhale and wish them only a bold young prince who will appreciate and love them as they deserve Food sex and power all in the blink of an appraising eye released in one long pleasing sigh Tweet
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