DISCLAIMER: This poem is NC 17. It contains mature content: male/male, anal, which means yaoi. If you don’t like such thing, please do not read. Lupin 3 is c. Monkey Punch. This poem is a parody for adult entertainment value only. No copy write infringement intended. So if you do like yaoi, then sit back and enjoy the smut! And please if you please R/R.

Dedicated to Spug and the Lupin3 fan yaoi club. Thanks for letting my creative muse run wild.


RIDING THE DRAGON
Goemon x Jigen Erotica Poem
By Janeth “Java G” Rhian, the Darkrose Muse
Email: rune_sphinx@yahoo.com


I feel his tough in the whispering night
The crisp steel against my skin
Razor edge of desire like the sword he wields
Hot breath tickles my hair
I scream at this violation
Riding the dragon in his lap

I hate it
I love it

Pain …
Burning …
Tearing …
Itching …

His rage prolongs my suffering
I ride the dragon with steady beats
Molten breath stealing the air from my lungs
I feel the half moon scars his claws
Make as he rakes my back
My spine bows to his assault
Leaving me pleading for more
Hungry lips devouring me, urging me
He makes me squirm and writhe
A lifeless flesh puppet drunk on lust
As skillful fingers pull and pluck at my strings
I am a love marionette dying to taste and touch
The forbidden, hidden pleasures
Pull one string, I scream
Twist another, I wiggle
I can almost fell the fingered string as it
Teases my nipples to hardness
Bound by my own need to be needed
I want to run away … but I can’t
The ties that bind cut too deeply

One swift stroke of his organ
I am the orifice
Controlling ... thrashing … twisting
Submissive to his chiding touch
More painful sawing in my tender region
Yes … more …
He hits the exact stop

Harder … deeper … faster
Pain melts into passion
I am numb with lust
Samurai stranger making me tremble
But my heart pangs for another
Falling … screaming … pain past the point of reason
My own organ swells, dripping my carnal offering
A few more blind thrusts
Blind rage hits my back

Don’t stop … please … don’t stop
Love him
Hate him
Katana blade kissing my throat
Daring me to move
Want him
Reject him
Course guttural phrases mumbling in my ear
Silky black hair smells of pine and sweat
Eyes smoldering fire-bright as the dragon breathes
I can almost see the fire in his body mist out his horny mouth
To scorch my flesh and burn my soul with its flame
Loath him
Desire him
Relinquish all my sanity to be kept
In this angsty hellish heaven
Fallen angel rides the unchained beast
That splits me like a rusted knife
Bullet-like thrusts shoot through me

Then … finally … sweet release
His fangs bite my shoulder
Leaving his love mark on my hot skin
Marking me as his bitch in heat
I hate him for what he makes me do
I hate him for taking it without my consent
But… but…

I love the way he makes me feel
For the woman he helps release in me
Hidden only by the brim of my hat
He scares me
I wish … I could fight him
But I find myself wondering when the
Next time comes
Will I bend like a reed to his stormy passion
Or run away and fight mad god style?

Waiting
Wanting
I wish I had the strength to fight back but
Riding the Dragon was never this good.

Author’s Note: I wrote this poem while listening to Asia’s “Heat of the Moment”. Blame cheesy ‘80s rock music for inspiring my creative muse. I am a hopeless Goemon x Jigen fangirl.