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Tasting The Softnes Of The Moon
The howling at the moon, my skin aches for the touch of your beguiling release
The addictive calling I adhere, rooted so deep to appease
No clothes to partake in this lustful bequeath
The depravation of you, I need to feed
Once you're dipping inside me, quenching my carnal pleasurable needs
Hurry... the lust is overcoming me, I can no longer retain to fight
Ripping my clothes off, feening for your dick, my pussy coveting its plight
The blood I give unto the night of this tormenting curse
Fate's calling to indulge the sensations, its denial to refuse is far worse
Upon the hills you seek out my scent
Your roaming hunger I hear in your panting... fruitful in its relent
Reddish eyes illuminating, circling the stance of your prey
My gyrating moon dance enticing you unto me where I lay
Mm... your tongue, slowly lathing up my inner leg
Arching my back, binding my hands, placing them above my head
Wider my legs you spread
Bending your face downward taking a lapping lick
Oh sweet mercy, my head indenting soft moss, the caresses of your bathing touches, I've missed
Palming your head, pushing it downward, your tongue slipping deeper inside this wet abyss
Oh yes... right there... my weakening moans escaping into thin air
Seesawing the uplifting of my hips
Surrendering in oblivion when he has me like this
My reverberating howls mingling into the forest with each tongue gist
This is what the passion of vitality and the taste of reality feels like when I'm ridging his hard dick
My cunt, addictive, tight, juicy, slurpy, and all his
Oh…his hot mouth teasing the peak of a tit
Buttocks gripped, my wet pussy oiling each thrust, his withdraws, and then homing his drilling slips
Maple seeping all up in this Honey love
The echoing of his throaty howls advising the pack, yes its me he’s thinking of
Inhaling the alluring secretions lingering from us
The instilling of desires, wallowing in the needs of our trickling wanderlust
Mmm… oh yes…loving the flavor of him, it’s a feverish must, infusing my climatic rush
Soaking his girth in the remnants of my wet butter rum flush
This night our passion shall be a keepsake, our celestial urges of gifted whispered tokens
The scratches you take of me when the moon dances, bodies entangled, words unspoken
Into the cloak of darkness we go, succumbing to the calling of rapture, unlocking ecstasy once awoken
Tasting The Softness Of The Moon
The addictive calling I adhere, rooted so deep to appease
No clothes to partake in this lustful bequeath
The depravation of you, I need to feed
Once you're dipping inside me, quenching my carnal pleasurable needs
Hurry... the lust is overcoming me, I can no longer retain to fight
Ripping my clothes off, feening for your dick, my pussy coveting its plight
The blood I give unto the night of this tormenting curse
Fate's calling to indulge the sensations, its denial to refuse is far worse
Upon the hills you seek out my scent
Your roaming hunger I hear in your panting... fruitful in its relent
Reddish eyes illuminating, circling the stance of your prey
My gyrating moon dance enticing you unto me where I lay
Mm... your tongue, slowly lathing up my inner leg
Arching my back, binding my hands, placing them above my head
Wider my legs you spread
Bending your face downward taking a lapping lick
Oh sweet mercy, my head indenting soft moss, the caresses of your bathing touches, I've missed
Palming your head, pushing it downward, your tongue slipping deeper inside this wet abyss
Oh yes... right there... my weakening moans escaping into thin air
Seesawing the uplifting of my hips
Surrendering in oblivion when he has me like this
My reverberating howls mingling into the forest with each tongue gist
This is what the passion of vitality and the taste of reality feels like when I'm ridging his hard dick
My cunt, addictive, tight, juicy, slurpy, and all his
Oh…his hot mouth teasing the peak of a tit
Buttocks gripped, my wet pussy oiling each thrust, his withdraws, and then homing his drilling slips
Maple seeping all up in this Honey love
The echoing of his throaty howls advising the pack, yes its me he’s thinking of
Inhaling the alluring secretions lingering from us
The instilling of desires, wallowing in the needs of our trickling wanderlust
Mmm… oh yes…loving the flavor of him, it’s a feverish must, infusing my climatic rush
Soaking his girth in the remnants of my wet butter rum flush
This night our passion shall be a keepsake, our celestial urges of gifted whispered tokens
The scratches you take of me when the moon dances, bodies entangled, words unspoken
Into the cloak of darkness we go, succumbing to the calling of rapture, unlocking ecstasy once awoken
Tasting The Softness Of The Moon
Published 17th Dec 2019
Author's Note
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls
George Carlin
George Carlin
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17th Dec 2019 9:23pm
Love the "call of the wild" theme going on. Great imagery. You have a great way of showing me a new perspective of erotica.
17th Dec 2019 9:34pm
How nice of you to grace my page my friend, I hope everything has been great for you, and to you, in addition, speaking of amazing talent, I've read your work and it is just as flawless, therefore, continue writing and making us poetesses smile those wishes, Have a great evening a a even nicer Hump day tomorrow
Anonymous
17th Dec 2019 9:59pm
As always you capture the depth of passion. Lovely is an understatement. Beautiful ink my sweet. Un bacio è tutto ciò che chiedo. 🌹
23rd Dec 2019 3:20am
Mm.. thank you for the beautiful compliment and the sweetest comment, thank you for reading and then commenting, enjoy the start of your week. Un bacio e un abbraccio non è tutto ciò che riceverai il mio amore
18th Dec 2019 00:45am
That roaming hunger satisfied by every line. An exquisite treat to read and be taken away on such a journey. Reminds me of that Duran Duran classic. Hungry Like A Wolf.
23rd Dec 2019 3:23am
Thank you for reading and commenting, and I happen to like that song and thank you for the comparison and the rendition, to a timeless classic. Enjoy your evening and a nice start to the week
23rd Dec 2019 11:44am
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18th Dec 2019 6:39am
Call of the Wild and Hungry Like The Wolf are titles that come to my mind also.
23rd Dec 2019 3:26am
Wow...I am totally loving these song recommendation to this poem and thank you for taking the time to read and then commenting. Please enjoy your Monday as well
20th Dec 2019 00:42am
Now I'm howling
"Soaking his girth in your wet butter rum..."
That is the clincher, the kicker, and the escape velocity moment
Very, very nicely done
"Soaking his girth in your wet butter rum..."
That is the clincher, the kicker, and the escape velocity moment
Very, very nicely done
23rd Dec 2019 3:30am
Aww.. what a nice comment... I must thank you for reading and then commenting I am wishing you a great evening and great upcoming Holiday week
