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dragon
it was late and i had turned on my side as i layed on the bed
i felt the brush of his feathered wing and a strong urge to be in your embrace
your feather moved down my back side and dotted me with the sharp points
drawing lines on my inner thighs and then putting sand on my back
i knew i was in some kind of ritual
they made fun of queqotzl on tv
bird man is so far from the truth
you are a dragon
as i sank into the memory foam i saw men working
they were building houses
the foundation lay exposed
he was operating a miter saw
my memory is unclear until the se4cond time i lay on my elbows feet and knees
the sand covered my private things
a slight vibration as you operated the scalar motor with our feet
impacting my internals until i could bear it no more
the pain of the pose made me get on my knees
then when i tried to resume the sand fell away
as if i was being told that i lacked the necessary patience
to have a female moment to identify
i am aroused by pornography
only that you would come again as a dragon
and will me into a female posture that does not leave me
i am alone
there is nothing to say
nuclear fusion was what we talked about
while i lay in the bed
thinking about how cool it was to see manifestations of the most high god
as i stand here in a flower dress i think about all the energy it must have required
to make me shake like that
i am enjoying this
