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Soft And Wet.. Like He Wants It

Crawling between a mortal’s thighs imprisoned within my enchantress lair                        
Leaning my head to one side, his lips tracing my skin pulling me against his chest, his hands tracing everywhere                       
The state of oblivion let me take your mind, your heart, your body past the darkness of there                        
Close your eyes and relax to the sound of my gentle touch                        
Feel me through the space of time hear my heartbeats in infinity's rush                        
In the cloak of the jungle twined temples upon a bed of Mother Nature’s gentle lush                        
Tonight, under the constellation your animalistic passion I shall meet in pursuit                        
Falling prey once snagged inside my juicy fruit                        
Clenched hands, loss of breath trance state induced                        
                        
A kiss to worship the cumming spell of a fatten width, his long length made for a mmm... good stick                      
A serenade right before, my fangs dip in for the addictive slip                        
Desires floating on my love notes, drifting into the kaleidoscope of his soul inch by inch                        
Siphoning then the cosmic drift                                        
Man of the Creator’s image serenade upon the completion of undone                        
Marginalized by the circle of completeness by the rays of the rising sun                        
                    
Mmm… just one more inner thigh nick                        
Mind and heart will split                        
My tongue languishing rolling under your balls                        
Holding your erection up as its stands mighty firm and tall                        
Sniffing you under your twin sac                        
The true essence of a man that drives an enchantress' bloodlust out of whack                        
                        
The moon is full in the majestic sky tonight                        
I shall turn you with the birth of my breathe by earthly ritual rites                        
Uplifting my long-stem black and red candle to inspire                        
Watching your irises enlarge, mesmerized by the flickering fire                        
Five wax drips to your abdominal the Moth feeling the taste of my hot desires                        
The cooling alignment seeping in the pores of your skin                        
Mm... the warmth coursing through your veins now mine for the origin                        
Oh, sweet mercy it’s like you have increased in width                        
A wet lick over those melting fiery drips                        
                        
Shh… feeling the sensations of the tease                      
Mm… yearning for the crave deep inside the wetness of my need                        
Glamouring you as my prey to carnal soothe                    
More potent, more addictive than a witches' brew                        
Touches to your mind as you stand, lie, or on your knees                        
Mm... passion marking just right there for the please                        
Oh, I promise not to sink the bless of my serotonin too deep                        
I'm always hungry for your body I will tenderly, cum feed                        
                    
Paleness enough to weakened you to leave, will still have you feening for the moon                        
Straddling you for the seduction sashay of the creamy seductive swoon                        
I stand in my nudity, your eyes shall feast                    
My soft touch, as I draw you near to join me in my silken sheets                              
Letting me play the strings of your heart                    
Taking your mind, pleasuring your virility in the veil of reality, suspending you in the hereafter, once there, blending temples lark                    
Lust, ecstasy, the crave, the yearns inscribing upon your mind, as our souls become a moving combustible spark                
                    
My lazy tongue bathing your skin inching upward, a quick kiss to the tip      
Puckered lips inching down, and down, and down      
Inhaling the essence of a man's groan                 
The taste of my kiss upon your lips, have uplifted men unto their royal crown                    
A world of pleasure found between the abyss of my succulent smoothen thighs                    
The oath whispered to my ear to seduce me until a beautiful celestial moon tide                  
Rapture resonates where words cannot be said                    
Wagging tongues, just to crawl back into my bed      
Oh, papi, look where passion has led
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Enjoy your Tuesday,,,

SKC🤎


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