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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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the queen's gaze

...
locked in a cave
unarmed with her
so much larger than life
the dim light
shimmers on the gold around her

dragon's lips seem pinker
than  i expected

more kissable, and
crazy hot
where the fire
wheezes out
or lasers past
depending on
how fast i respond
to the look in her eyes.

her claws are tender
when they caress
my nipples
then pinch
until i yelp

fresh meat, she
thinks and smolders
there beside me.
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