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Feral

I dance to a zataran beat.
Soul of the blues ingrained in my feet.
Feel her warmth dancing cheek to cheek.

So soft so warm tender and sweet.
Not knowing in my eyes I crave to eat.
Got the wold blood boiling at a peak.

The carnal lust my dear is a sin.
Your smell infuriating the hunter with in.
Legs down my back wolf feast again.

I taste the power of your lunar eclipse.
Your bodily fluids cover my lips.
Have to pin you down quivering hips.

Look into my fierce gaze.
Covered lavishly in your honey glaze.
Licking your oceanic garden and lunar place.

Nana lil girl you can't run
Ol wolf done tasted that pretty cum.
My back bleeding just to give you some.

You bit fiercely drawing blood from my chest.
Claw cut down my abs from my breasts.
Back on the headboard firmly your pressed.

Art work done fell from the wall.
Your fierce gallop as I stumble the hall.
Deep fierce gasp hard feral call.

You take pride being a rebel.
Leave you on the bed with a rose from dat devil.
Written by Rory
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