Dragonmeat

It slips inside her mouth, stinging like nettles.
The smoothness of the meat confuses her senses.
Creamy fat melts into the dark space between gum and cheek.
Each thread of sinew seems to lash at her tender tongue.
Spice lines her throat and caresses the soft flesh of her palate.
She cries out in rhapsody, the blood of the sweet flesh salty on her lips.
Her breath falters and her body smoothes to a serene stillness
A lusty heat still burning behind her eyes.