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Ms. Satin Klaus
The North Pole
Ms. Satin Klaus
What, ya’ll expected on this festive night to show up an old, outdated myth
In a red suit to cheer up and fulfill a grown man’s wish list
Mm.. think again
That concept got tossed out somewhere in the polar wind
This is the Dawning of the Age Of Aquarius, and I spread for my holiday cheer as I come bearing my sacred gifts
This is for my handsome Hebrew Kings and my presents I bestow upon them starting with the taste of my lips
Mesmerizing them with a soft lingering kiss
Around this time of the year my stilettos are on nightly patrol
Over the hills and braced by the cushion of the snow
So, keep in mind as I come out the cold, right before I cross your threshold
Clothes off, a bow wrapped around your girth as you greet my lips under that dangling mistletoe
Mmm... inch closer, my love, let me lose myself in your hypnotic eyes, your manly scent as you slowly remove my clothes
I am the winter night’s dream when you’re stroking yourself, needing the tender touch effect of that Ho..Ho..Ho
Tender whispers against the side of my neck, while you are fingering me making me pant for you, I’m way past wet
According to my scrolls, you have been arrogant, and the flip side of nice
I hope you like my soft cream centered cookie... all I need is your milk... oh yes, if you have been mischievous, I will make you release inside me twice
On my back, with my legs in the air, I love when a King plays my heartstrings like I’m a seductive toy
Between my thighs, as he’s parting me for his holiday yuletide, the resonating of its sensations, the headboard banging, oh my, it’s such a beautiful noise
Making love to him on his King size sleigh bed
My wrists clasped, he positioned them over my head
Who knew his thrusting devotion, sliding in and out my love potion is caused by my Satin dress of red
Planting his palms on the mattress, our bodies seesawing, dipping
Harmoniously shifting
Who is the gift and who is the present
I am breathless, and his strength to please me is unmatched in the relent
Oh, sweet mercy, he has taken my body through the twelve days of Christmas
Flogging my soul, with each plummeting dipping into my tricking mist
I see why his list is deemed private and exclusive, I was not prepared it would lead to all of this
No, he didn’t just mummer against my legs braced against his chest
While he’s sinking deeper and deeper in, I’m the best tight cunt he’s ever felt
And all he wanted for this night was some butter rum
Then to have Ms. Satin Klaus, gyrating all over his throbbing arousal to make him cum and cum
Mm... little did he know, we are not remotely done
Some other Hebrew King might not get their present in time, it’s almost midnight and this feels too good to stop, get up, or run
“Don’t worry Ms. Satin Klaus, you will see only my face upon the Grand Rising of the North Pole Sun.”
And who am I to deny that promise
Happy Holidays my Hebrew Kings and my Universal Knights
From Ms. Satin Klaus
Copyright©SKC-2023
Ms. Satin Klaus
What, ya’ll expected on this festive night to show up an old, outdated myth
In a red suit to cheer up and fulfill a grown man’s wish list
Mm.. think again
That concept got tossed out somewhere in the polar wind
This is the Dawning of the Age Of Aquarius, and I spread for my holiday cheer as I come bearing my sacred gifts
This is for my handsome Hebrew Kings and my presents I bestow upon them starting with the taste of my lips
Mesmerizing them with a soft lingering kiss
Around this time of the year my stilettos are on nightly patrol
Over the hills and braced by the cushion of the snow
So, keep in mind as I come out the cold, right before I cross your threshold
Clothes off, a bow wrapped around your girth as you greet my lips under that dangling mistletoe
Mmm... inch closer, my love, let me lose myself in your hypnotic eyes, your manly scent as you slowly remove my clothes
I am the winter night’s dream when you’re stroking yourself, needing the tender touch effect of that Ho..Ho..Ho
Tender whispers against the side of my neck, while you are fingering me making me pant for you, I’m way past wet
According to my scrolls, you have been arrogant, and the flip side of nice
I hope you like my soft cream centered cookie... all I need is your milk... oh yes, if you have been mischievous, I will make you release inside me twice
On my back, with my legs in the air, I love when a King plays my heartstrings like I’m a seductive toy
Between my thighs, as he’s parting me for his holiday yuletide, the resonating of its sensations, the headboard banging, oh my, it’s such a beautiful noise
Making love to him on his King size sleigh bed
My wrists clasped, he positioned them over my head
Who knew his thrusting devotion, sliding in and out my love potion is caused by my Satin dress of red
Planting his palms on the mattress, our bodies seesawing, dipping
Harmoniously shifting
Who is the gift and who is the present
I am breathless, and his strength to please me is unmatched in the relent
Oh, sweet mercy, he has taken my body through the twelve days of Christmas
Flogging my soul, with each plummeting dipping into my tricking mist
I see why his list is deemed private and exclusive, I was not prepared it would lead to all of this
No, he didn’t just mummer against my legs braced against his chest
While he’s sinking deeper and deeper in, I’m the best tight cunt he’s ever felt
And all he wanted for this night was some butter rum
Then to have Ms. Satin Klaus, gyrating all over his throbbing arousal to make him cum and cum
Mm... little did he know, we are not remotely done
Some other Hebrew King might not get their present in time, it’s almost midnight and this feels too good to stop, get up, or run
“Don’t worry Ms. Satin Klaus, you will see only my face upon the Grand Rising of the North Pole Sun.”
And who am I to deny that promise
Happy Holidays my Hebrew Kings and my Universal Knights
From Ms. Satin Klaus
Copyright©SKC-2023
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