Bouche d’un Dragon

I remember our first kiss,
and I solemnly swear
that I could feel how much bravery
he has slept on, for him to kiss me.
That mouth of his knew what danger devoured.
I am a dragon of a woman,
born wrapped through flames of ardour. I remember
our first kiss,
it felt like an adventure written
by some famous writer,
and oh my,
his lips carry untold stories,
and pretty fantasies.

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