My love is a dragon.

Yeah, sure, mock me. Sick person, bestial bitch, I've heard it all before.

But please listen.

My evil is an ice serpent around my heart.

My good is dark unicorn.

Self is a silver winged young woman.

My love is a jet black dragon.

My evil feeds on my bad deeds, on feelings of sorrow, revenge and dread.

My good feeds on good deeds, satisfaction and sharing.

Self feeds on feelings of freedom, sex, and knowing I belong to myself and only me.

My love feeds on love, my love for him, and feelings of love.

He feeds on the jabbing losses, the warmth and the joy.

He feeds on het, slash, incest and bestiality.

He's not a fussy eater.

Well? I think open minds are in short supply.