Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Mingmei And The Dragon
Original
In a place where wild flowers grow,
Mingmei lies, sans clothes,
belly down, eyes closed,
her head resting on her folded arms,
while John strokes the dragon
tattoo that covers her
from left shoulder to
right butt cheek.
It’s a serious looking red dragon with grand wings.
(Well, as grand as Mingmei’s frame allows them to be.)
As John massages the tip of the dragon’s tail,
Mingmei, her eyes now open,
twists to look at him,
and asks,
Are you sure you wanna disturb the dragon?
She gets hot when, aroused, you know.
“She’s not the only one!” says John
looking into Mingmei’s eyes;
not noticing that the serious dragon
is now smiling.
Rewrite
During certain times of the month,
times of full moons and blood,
Lee Lee and her husband,Tran,
go to a place that is as secret as her journal.
There, in a room,
Lee Lee lies belly down naked on a bed, eyes closed,
her arms by her side.
She is seventh generation Australian,
but ancestral curses know no geographical boundaries
And as Tran applies the chains,
dragon wings begin to burst out of her back.
Mingmei And The Dragon
In a place where wild flowers grow,
Mingmei lies, sans clothes,
belly down, eyes closed,
her head resting on her folded arms,
while John strokes the dragon
tattoo that covers her
from left shoulder to
right butt cheek.
It’s a serious looking red dragon with grand wings.
(Well, as grand as Mingmei’s frame allows them to be.)
As John massages the tip of the dragon’s tail,
Mingmei, her eyes now open,
twists to look at him,
and asks,
Are you sure you wanna disturb the dragon?
She gets hot when, aroused, you know.
“She’s not the only one!” says John
looking into Mingmei’s eyes;
not noticing that the serious dragon
is now smiling.
Rewrite
Lee Lee
During certain times of the month,
times of full moons and blood,
Lee Lee and her husband,Tran,
go to a place that is as secret as her journal.
There, in a room,
Lee Lee lies belly down naked on a bed, eyes closed,
her arms by her side.
She is seventh generation Australian,
but ancestral curses know no geographical boundaries
And as Tran applies the chains,
dragon wings begin to burst out of her back.
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