Morning mists
unveil the light

Her quiet time
awakes her mind

inciting lust
for sleeping knights

invade their lair

abscond the sheets

reveal the meat

take just a taste

a lick to wake

the dragon's mate

a startled hiss

precludes the heat

of burning breath

and silken depths

she rides the waves
of dragon fire

her treasure plundered
and all the while

the sour smell of dragon's breath
precludes the mint of morning's death


I woke him this morning with a cockkiss enticing him to indulge in the carnal equivalent of coffee. We both held our breath in courtesy to the other in an attempt to avoid our mutual morning/dragon breath.