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Mitch Bensel·August 14, 2020

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The Dragon

written by: Mitch Bensel

@MitchRambling

the dragon stands upon his mountain
fire …smoldering deep
his breath fast
wanting the …sacrifice
her body so fine…
tied to the post
of another’s desires
the dragon…flies
the air jealous of his skill
to move with ease
slowly reaching the body of beauty
she screams…
the dragon…
lifts
she relaxes
…the power surges
through her being she…
moans…
the dragon…forever …holds
the maiden…
lifting her from …life’s
pain…
releasing her passion
into his …claws…across
wings
of love

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Mitch Bensel

Multi genre author, Time of Death ER book, spoken word cd's, Psychological thriller, On The Edge of Evil, Children's books.
Rock hound, grandparent, retired EMT

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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