weid

frilled leather wafting on heated breeze
the voir floats
flirts
strikes
with no cumpuncture
for reeling ardor

oh that little girl
such a vicious vixen
so affectionate to those of like ilk
it takes a master of spite
to master the sprite

pacing her dominion, scrying facets
obsessed over spilt gratification
she is a feverish counterpoint
to vision gone rampant

take aim and cast the dragonette's gasp,
lie low, hold back
to reap and seed the destruction
of her gilded talons dipped in fiery bliss
....such a loving monster