You ride on golden chariots

Pulled by dragons of the night

I travel with you through time

In the seasons, the water and the wind.

She rises out of the warm earth and walks towards him, their eyes locking in a magical embrace. He sees multi-colored spirals of light emanating from her wrists and ankles, shaped like beautiful mystical dragons. She weaves the dragon light in intricate patterns, knotting its threads about him, touching each part of his strong and hard body intimately, and electrifying the space between them.

They move to one another, holding hands gently. The spiraling energy from her wrists twists itself up along his arms, through his shoulders, sweeping across his chest, finally caressing his face in an odd magical glow.

Seagulls cry in the distance. Their faint calls grow louder, then fade again in the occasional breeze.

The man calls out loud to the earth, the sea, and wind in an ancient tongue. His voice resonates through her body. The sound excites the dragons into flight, and together they are carried by the commanding tone.

Her arms turn into dragon wings. He can feel the wind pressing against his skin as she carries him to a secluded alcove down the shoreline. Her wings shimmer in the twilight as she sets them down upon the sand. They sit next to a bubbling spring flowing from a fissure in the sandstone that encircles the alcove.

She trails her hand, glowing with dragon light, through the cool water of the spring. The flowing water turns a soft green, then gold. She touches his cheek with her wet shining fingers, before moving them into his thick hair. She kisses him slowly, softly at first, then more deeply.

His hardening body responds to her caress. His breath quickens, and his pulse races. He holds her tighter and kisses her again, lifting her off the ground slightly.

Her body melds into his and the light from her limbs encases them in magical brilliance. To her, he smells of the sand, the forests, and water from the spring. To him, her scent is of flowers, thunderstorms, and the ocean.

The dragon light permeates them both, and the alcove becomes aglow. He moves the light as she does, directing the spirals over her shoulders, hair, and face.

She carefully weaves a delicate pattern of pearl-like light edged in blue and creates a magical harp made of sea shells for her lover to stroke and play upon.

He takes the harp. The light from his fingers sounds the strings before his hands touch the instrument. He plays her the Strain of Love, merging with the cadence and rhythm of the music.

The twilight turns to night, and the stars awaken to watch the lovers. He sets down the harp after a while, and it disappears with the tide. He fashions a beautiful tiara of gold and silver inlaid with pearls from the dragon light, and places it softly upon her head.

She transforms into pure light, warm, inviting, and wanting. She moves to him, gently rubbing her body against his. The intensity builds, and with it the dragon light grows and expands. Their arms transform into dragon wings, and they in turn become dragons of the night. Light spirals around them. As they join and move into one another, she feels as though she is flying.

As dragons, they ride together through the starry expanse in perfect rhythm. She can feel the movement of her wings. He can smell the sweat off his dragon hide.

His movements are slow, sensuous and deliberate. She feels him fill her completely and matches his challenging pace. In the near distance, there is a blanket of light, mostly white, edged in gold. The dragon light pulls them toward the white light purposefully. The dragons know where they are going, ancient energy flowing back to the source.

(Excerpt from Sirona Knight's book, Greenfire: Making Love With the Goddess.)

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