There once was a woman,
Whose body wore a dragon,
Inked In vibrant shimmering,
Colors from head to toe.
Or so the story is told.

Its tail began on her ankle
Snaking its way up her leg,
And emerging from her pudendum.
Or so the story is told.

The body began on her mound,
its outstretched claws gripping,
Digging into the flesh of her hips.
Or so the story is told.

Its forelegs covered her breasts.
Its savage claws buried deeply,
In those orbs of flesh, upon her chest,
Or so the story is told.

The dragon’s neck, wound,
over her shoulder then down her back,
Its head laid upon her other shoulder,
Or so the story is told.

And from its head with eyes of ruby red,
a forked tongue of crimson jutted,
from its ivory toothed jaws.
Or so the story is told.

The body covered in scales,
Of blues and greens and hues of red,
and orange, and its talons of gold,
Or so the story is told.

How long did it take the dragon to;
weave and wind itself around your body?
The gawking man spoke.
Or so the story is told.

Twelve years was replied,
was nothing but a girl,
when the needle first made,
love to the skin.
Or so the story is told.

Between my legs is where I hurt,
I barely walked for weeks you see,
and hobbled every day for a month.
Or so the story is told.

When my breasts were inked,
She gave a little shutter,
native was the way I dressed,
until the deed was done.
Or so the story is told.

Then she stood, she smiled,
and she turned about for all to see,
the dragon she wore
from her head to her toes.
And that’s the story I told.