The dragon lady

What endeavor
 
To fallen the silkened robe  
And gently  
She curls and shifts  
To the floor  
 
Lies a soft red mass  
The tasseled wild  
And wants to be pulled  
Belted around modesty  
And rounded hues  
Peaches and pinks  
 
And blue stare penetrates
An awakened and vulnerable state  
No wallow  
Or crippled virtue  
 
But willingness  
Joins red satiny melt  
Again to the floor  
 
Again to the floor  
 
Submission grants  
A posture  
Bend and huff  
Grip and strong arching  
 
He implements bite  
And wolfies snarl  
 
Come daybreak  
Will find her tassel  
Removed to ever  
Be tugged again  
And the delicate green dragon  
Stitch  
Shredded  

And beyond its steely gaze