Dragon in the Web

Dear Reader,

I wanted to give you a little history on these two pieces. I first heard them
months ago at an Apex meeting were folks were sharing their poetry and stories.
Both pieces struck me so deeply, I was blown away. I knew the soul of the writers
from their words and could understand totally how each of them felt, it was
a beautiful thing to hear in their own voices, the words they had sent to each
other. I wanted to give them special attention hear because they are almost
epic in their nature, and I am sure if you read it you will be able to understand
how their words can touch so deeply for many of us in the lifestyle. I also
want you to know I didn't edit their work at all...this is the real version.
We should all love this well. May I introduce Dennis and Bonnie, enjoy.

anna

Dragon in the Web

I awake to find my soul is afire again,

I weep in silence, as through the rituals I begin,

The beast it calls and beckons me closer,

It's eyes gleam like the ghostly forms upon the toaster.

I scream a scream of thunderous silence,

I am blinded by the darkened brilliance,

I rage as echo's rebound within my skull,

I thrash within the confines of my skins, resilient hull.

I mourn the loss of my love,

I raise my hands to the uncaring sky above,

I clutch at the threads of hazy memory tease,

As I perform the morning routine with ill-ease,

I fume at the twisted fates,

As I wash the remains of a single man's plates.

The gods of war, feel not my burning rage,

For the pain this harpy has laid upon my stage,

She had twisted the very fabric of my life,

And filled my soul with such painful strife.

I collapse upon the floor,

I brace my back against the door,

I thrash and spasm as my flesh begins crawl,

I bleed from bloodied frayed fingers clawing the wall,

I twist and turn,

As my body and soul burn,

I burn with a passion's pyre,

I am transformed within this fire,

The pain and sores on my ego of male,

Turned to Red-gold fire tempered scale,

My eyes that cried in silence dread,

Become orbs of earthen brown surrounded by red,

The pain of betrayal and loss,

Give raise to my wings of leathery gloss,

A broken man filled with pain and loathing,

Is now transformed with a Dragon's clothing.

I cannot let the harpy win,

For her lies WAS NOT MY SIN!

I will not allow her to achieve my demise,

For I'm now stronger now, seeing with a Dragon's eye.

Her beauty was an illusion, shallow, not true to the test,

For she is a foul creature, eater of young, and fouler of her nest,

Her lies were believed at first,

Until her bubble did burst,

Many were sucked into the weave of her spell,

While I wallowed and bathed within my own personal hell,

I cried for an eternity while I shredded my soul,

My body melded into the cold concrete of that penal hole,

Held for four months of my families life,

My world ruptured by those harpies' lies of strife,

A gathering of my peers,

Finally hear the falsehoods with their own ears,

My world is returned whole; but bruised,

My trust torn and wholly abused.

Do not pity this scaled-winged Beast before you!

For transformation is painful, this fact is true,

But I heal, as I learn, what I thought, I once knew,

That the world and its minions should be looked upon anew,

And thank the gods upon the mound,

That the harpies kind do not abound,

Not all women are as evil as her,

But beauties to behold and cherish, unlike that cur.

And that women come in many forms,

Like the ones I meet within these etherous storms,

For I have found a world of beauty,

Were the words not the visions do the duty,

I have found a place were I can see into the soul,

Without the distraction of eyes, nor my body with its toll,

I type my words, mere constructs of my essence,

I am able to be free and able again to expose my presence,

Upon this net of virtual persona's and words,

With Lioness, Courtesans, Dragonflies and Birds,

Spiritual icons we form to define ourselves,

We survive and live despite our personal hells,

Sure there are those who will fill the net with their deceit,

But after a time their veneer doth show how incomplete,

Their words congruency crumbles and does fall aside,

So their words and opinions no one will abide,

I see not now, with my eyes of mortal,

But with the Dragon's eye through the portal,

Their beauty is in their words and mind,

And this, my friends is truly a rare find.

So, weep not for that battered man's soul,

For with the strength of the Dragon I have become whole...

-----DWB----

Subject: my first poem...of you...and i



I sit trying to regain my senses, my body shaking and enflamed. My need
so great that I fear I will burst. I have not waited but 10 seconds to
begin writing my mind and senses free and soaring high, feeling as if
I am truly flying with you and on you as one with the Dragon.

My body impaled upon you my heart and soul soaring high above all othersnot
looking down but raising my eyes to the heavens as I soar.

Trusting in your flightfeeling the air rush and push against my body
as if trying to stop my ascenttrying to tie me down to the groundnot
letting me fly I push hard against it fighting fighting
using my release and freedom of my humanly form to roughly push it aside. Leaving
it behind as a broken and tattered dream my new life soars and I am free
and fly with youyour desires, and passions my own. I hold to you
tightly as we fly. I revel in the feel of your body possessing minefeeling
free in the knowledge that I give myself to you of my own free willmy
passions, desires, dreams, and realities, yours to command

The will of the Dragon my only desireI let myself go, letting my Body
go limpwanting to feel the free fall. And then to feel you catch
me before my body shatters on the ground. Safe in the knowledge that you
will never let me fall so far as to do my self-harm. For I give my total
trust into your keeping, knowing that I will never need fear the evil from the
waking world as long as I am held securely in your hearts and Wings.

You are gentle with me as you hear my heart and soul sing out to you.
Filling you with them. The song a very heavy and deep. But yet sweet rhythm
as I pour myself into you A song only we can hear My innocence,
lust, Desires, dreamsall interwoven in the melodymy heart sings
the wordsand my body plays the tune

You hear and fly in time with it. You dip and descend rapidly.
My Heart leaping as you doseeing the ground coming closer, descending
fast. Then as I feel we will surly crash and burn you pull up and run
parallel to the ground. The landscape flying past too fast for
my eyes to grasp any one thing.I close them and just let the feeling possess
menot needing to see with these eyes only with my heartand my senses.i
am complete Then I feel you begin to curve upwardshooting straight
for the heavensand I open my eyes, the wind causing them to waterthe
heavens are surrounded by a halo of light as the liquid of my tears forms.
I close my eyes to burn the image in my mindand tears begin to fall as
I do sotears of release, of joy, of sweet freedom.

The beating of your wings and the beating of your hearts are lulling me into
a deep sense of peace, and serenity. i am truly floating.









You pull me close and let me ride

The Dragon floats upon the tide

He touches me deep, true and sure

I look to his eyes, mine heartfelt and pure

My body is soaring, my heart full to bursting

My soul drinks him in as if it were thirsting

I feel him insideThis Dragon I ride

He possesses my soul

and makes me whole

I am his slave, and he is my Master

I bow only to him my heart beating faster

This Master I serve, I serve with delight

For he is my guide, my love, my light.



I give him all with honor and love

My Master I place him high above

I trust him deeply with my life

None shall cut me with the knife

For the Dragon is fierce, protective, and true

So watch and beware of what you do

He will possess you deep and sure

His will is strong, as it is pure

This DragonDiver of the deep

Restores my heart and makes it beat

His desires I will abide

As is his due we ride the tide

He plunges down deep into my soul

Holding it tight making me whole

My life will never be the same

Since finding my Master of this name



This dragon I serve was once a man

But beaten down by an evil plan

His soul did weep and his anger surged

His hatred and life was to be purged

So hence my Dragon my Master was born

Into this beautiful red and gold form

The dragon emerged from the deep abyss

To carry the sword that would be his

His life now devoted to the search of his kind

This one small childe he did find

Her soul was lost, her path astray

Down dove the Dragon to take her away

He wrapped her in warmth, caring and love

Her DragonDiver from above

Her savior, her heart, her Master he is

Her life and soul and service she gives

So as you see the Dragons fly

Remember the story that will not die

A story of passion and flight above

The Dragon, his childe, and their undying love

For He is my Master I serve with delight

My Dragon, my love, my hope, my light



For my Master DRAGONDIVER ~<*>~...you truly are my love, my hope, and
My light....

Love Eternally........your ~*dragonchilde*~







I am sorry Master for not telling a fantasy. But I felt I had to tell
the taleand I have never written a poem before. I write this in
hopes that it pleases you and that it helps you to understand how I think
if you do not approve and wish me write a fantasy I will endeavor to do sobut
my heart is right here on this page. Laid out wide for you to

see I am a bit nervous at how you will like itlike I said I have
never written one before*smile*



I love theewith love, trust, innocence, and devotion.



With Eternal love Your ~*dragonchilde*~ ~<*>~

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