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The Magician  (The Seduction Of The Tarot Card)

Feline Haven Motel  
Halloween Night  
Somewhere in the USA
 

 The Lizzie Borden Suite  
 
Mm... Abracadabra handsome, now I see you, soon I won’t  
Anyone looking for your muscular body, I will advise them don’t  
What’s your name sweetness... so when I groan it, I’ll get it right  
Say’s to the universe I am the mistress of the night  
Serenading whispers, you hear from beyond abduction of souls in twilight  
Into my nest you lay, swarming, devoid of defense heart pounding in fright  
 
Beguiling smile to the eyes, sweetest temptation of the kiss  
Under my celestial charms sinking your soul into the infinity of my moisten abyss  
One touch to my soft skin  
One taste of forbidden passion when drinking my loveliness in  
 
Sadistic glorified, mortified in the prey’s doleful eyes  
Torture from the cup of veins watching the drips to your lips coincide  
Bloodletting and pain on the altar of demise collide  
Head encased in my shrine before the praise  
You must be mimed first by the blade to your neck, you will obey, once raised  
 
Fingers to my lips… shh... you shall be my moon sacrifice  
Unto death you shall reincarnate while you beg for this earthy life  
Your temple in a succulent foray in the array of my silken sheets  
Your body will be under the illuminating chants as I feast  
Standing in the cathedral of death  
The craving of the kill in rapture will be felt  
 
Ripping of your clothes, on your back for the roll  
Mm... Scorpios planted to the dip of your back  
Moving in pleasure from my tender tongue to your toes the sting is worst than the carnal attack  
Licking up your spine, your body denied in its tinging surrendering anticipation  
The wrong motel you selected for the clandestine affair in a rural destination  
Suckling over your buttocks muffled groans to the enticing of gratification  
 
After you make me cream, no one to hear your final scream  
How long my love do you think you can outlast  
Shall you turn over so you can adore while rubbing over the smoothest of my ass  
Let me take your mind, your body on a midnight ride. mmm no questions asked  
Easing down on your saluting girth  
Cowgirl style with a little saucily twerk  
The feeling of Heaven I give you and all its Eden’s worth  
 
The Succubus who leans down and lathe my tongue over your hairy balls  
The Lilith who pumps and kisses your dick until it stands tall  
The Eve as you play in my sultry garden the seductress who takes all  
Loving you until your pearly rainfall  
Mm… you taste soooo good, feel good inside me like I know you should  
Pumping the droplets of you to my lips the savor of the aphrodisiac toppling your hard wood  
   
Oh my... yes, hammer down those curvaceous hips  
Pulling me backwards palming the peaks of my tits  
Oiling the elongation of your dick  
I cannot get enough of you  
In my bed, my desires, Nirvana’s ecstasies found in my sugary dew  
   
Your palm moving down South, indenting fingers inside that creamy tight mouth  
Oh yes, you circling, plummeting, grooving  
The heat of your breath, getting me wetter as you’re upward thrusting moving  
Kissing the side of my neck  
Oh, sweet mercy, I have not even turned you yet  
Mm... smearing my essence under my ear  
Sticking your tongue in my canal, body trembling… oh my dear  
 
Blending me, lifting my jagged edged knife  
Licking the cold blade before the destination of your fate asunder twice  
Without remorse, like a spider web caught without strife  
And gone without the remembrance of this beautiful merging  
Drinking unto the curse of doom as the moon is high in the sky divergent of its gloom  
Your head on my fireplace mantel for all to see  
Mm… like a magician I’m not here.. abracadabra, poof... tempted you with a  gentle tease  
 
The Magician…  
    
Later That Same Evening  
 
“Hello sir, welcome to Feline Haven Motel, how may I assist you?”  
“Yes, I will like a room with a view”  
And a pair of legs like yours or you will certainty do  
Mm.. I have the perfect suite, you will just die for, its a quant seclusion for any one to be allured  
“Let the way miss”  
“And that I shall, to your oasis of paradise bliss
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

Charles Dickens
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