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The Lion and the Lamb
the sight of such a fragile creature;
oh, the beauty of your crimson hair
you present yourself to me without a fear, naked
trembling only for the anticipation of my touch
so I abolish, my little lamb;
simply trailing my finger tips across silky curves
your essence is delightfully arousing,
the sent stiffens my member like the crucifix
no more can I take this cock tease;
whisking you off to the moonlit garden
my sexual desires enraged like my hunger
open for me, exposed pink
impelled like a dagger to the vampire heart
I lay you down, glamour into your fuck me eyes
your tight nucleus becomes saturated;
allowing me to thrust down with all my robustness
such a feeling is simply, divine
I whisper sweet enchantments in your ear;
describing how I would spend eternity with you
your legs wrap around, nails claw my back
I bite my lip till it bleeds to stop from cumming;
wanting to savor every bit of this appetitive delight
running my fangs across your tranquil neck veins;
puncturing them in
you shriek out like a demons pain
I can tell you have been well satisfied,
the feel of your weakening cunt tells no lies
those beautiful eyes drifting back
cum for me with every last breath
oh, the beauty of your crimson hair
you present yourself to me without a fear, naked
trembling only for the anticipation of my touch
so I abolish, my little lamb;
simply trailing my finger tips across silky curves
your essence is delightfully arousing,
the sent stiffens my member like the crucifix
no more can I take this cock tease;
whisking you off to the moonlit garden
my sexual desires enraged like my hunger
open for me, exposed pink
impelled like a dagger to the vampire heart
I lay you down, glamour into your fuck me eyes
your tight nucleus becomes saturated;
allowing me to thrust down with all my robustness
such a feeling is simply, divine
I whisper sweet enchantments in your ear;
describing how I would spend eternity with you
your legs wrap around, nails claw my back
I bite my lip till it bleeds to stop from cumming;
wanting to savor every bit of this appetitive delight
running my fangs across your tranquil neck veins;
puncturing them in
you shriek out like a demons pain
I can tell you have been well satisfied,
the feel of your weakening cunt tells no lies
those beautiful eyes drifting back
cum for me with every last breath
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