It's the way she sways her hips. The way her dark lips widen as her head leans back in a forceful laugh. The way I feel as her fiancé's hand possessively caresses her warm-colored leg. The way it looks as she sips her fine glass of wine. It's the lust and wanting of her fragile frame against mine that causes my adoration. She's a dragon, and I'm afraid she might burn me. But I keep falling in and out of love with the woman with the heart tattoo.