'Anthro-Dragons' Valentines' , colored. (Caution: adult themes, slight nudity.)

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Paul Doyle

Murr! A fantasized way of taking the initiative spicing up and deepening my eight and a half year marriage (since 31 May 1997)  to my wife Kathy. (Poem is on colored version.)Art, Pauly the Anthro-Dragon (c)2003-2006 Paul J. Doyle.Kathy the Anthro-Dragoness (c) 2006, Katherine T. Doyle.(Just like the RL Kathy Doyle, Kathy the Anthro-Dragoness is full-figured. Because these kind of anthro-dragons are mammalian (they were genetically engineered fusing human DNA with dragon DNA under extremely daunting conditions) they do nurse the live-born young. Hence the very slight nudity, in the form of an exposed nipple. (Live with it, prudes!) Otherwise kept relatively clean for posting on Elfwood, DeviantArt and SheezyArt.) THE POEM: “ANTHRO-DRAGONS’ VALENTINES”Smooching suction tickling my ear in the dead of night,Jerking me upward, anthrodragon body contorted with fright.Sensual giggling, skritching me behind my webby ears,She’s whisking me well away from my paranoiac fears.Bewildered, confuzzled and frantically rubbing my sleepy eyes,She assertively glides her hands across my scaly thighs.Stroking my chest, naughty loving thoughts in her mind—“Wake up, silly Pauly!” she murmurs, thwapping my ‘hind.Stretching, golden-hided muscles rippling and knotting in line—After a few MORE hours of sleep, romance will be fine.Flexing my wing arms, repressed by my cramping tail—Her silky hands massaging the pain, soothing without fail.“Technically, this IS Valentines,” I solemnly nod.She chuckles, “Since when is your spontaneity odd?Before I snagged you, you had that reputation of lust.Your insatiable flame’s now pair bonded with trust.”“Pauly, let’s bring back the times of old , my silly mate.Mutual love and respect twinning us along the road to Fate.Just don’t go back too far when you were a swinger, bar-none.Yet it’s so unlike you to be the inhibited Catholic nun.”“My Kathy the Anthro-Dragoness, it’s really not fairto assume I’ve got the verve and the nerve when your legs are in the air.I work really hard and even push myself to the edge.If a guy doesn’t take his rest he’ll fall off the ledge.”“Oh, boo-hoo-hoo my traumatized little lover boy.How many times have you woken me up when feeling coy?It’s payback time and I’ll take the lead no matter whatI love to be loved by you, my silly little sexy nut—HAPPY VALENTINES’ DAY, MY HELPLESS TOY!(c) 2006 Paul J. Doyle. All rights Reserved.


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