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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
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls

George Carlin
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