I owed my friend a Sonnet. He said to make it "about dragons, but it's got to be pornographic."

In darkness, coal red eyes and wisps of fire,

Beckon me, in cloistered caverns to thy coil,

To snort and suck the scent of scaled desire,

A claw’d touch, to welcome and recoil.

O my dearest darkest wyrm of lust,

My hemipenes prongs with quivered need,

Your cloaca moist and ready for my thrust,

Your fiery innards open for my seed.

And scintillating spirals summon me,

To mount the winged toothy maid of flame,

I bite! Your supple neck writhes in glad agony

Our love a conflagration of our names!

And spent, release my grip, and humbly beg,

Good lady, let us consecrate this egg.

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