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Mm... A Hot Chocolate Overspill (No Marshmallows Required)

The howling at the moon, my skin aches for the touch of your beguiling release          
an 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          
           
I ache to become his, taste upon the carousel of his slider          
Wicked tales of seduction as I partition my divinity wider          
Into the flames of fire, we dance in desertion          
Flames of lust consuming our regal entities, the rite of blood upon his hard insertion          
Combustible, we tighten, immortal caged, raptured disbursed            
From the taste of my blood, the taste of my skin, the moon ordained and turned by my blood, as our love is by the ties of its Hebrew skies, not by any hellish curse  
                   
Hurry... the lust is overcoming me, I can no longer retain to fight          
Ripping my clothes off, feening for his arousal, my yoni coveting the North Star of its towering might          
Addicted as my zombie, infused heat, by this sorceresses’ love bites          
The mark upon his neck, by my rites          
Upon the layers of his skin, he wears my scent, he salivates as his obedience with a strong urgency dips in          
Deeper upon my scratches, his throbbing erection thrashing, as he bathes into my love potion, sink into again, and again, and again          
He is the master of my fate, I am the mistress of his destiny, we are the darken utopia of immortality’s eleventh sin          
I give unto the night of this tormenting by infinity, unto my angelic wings, his love, I nurse          
Providence's calling to indulge the sinsations, its denial unto me to refuse, is far worse          
           
Upon the hills he seeks out my scent          
His roaming hunger I hear in his panting... fruitful in its relent          
Reddish eyes illuminating, circling the stance of his prey          
My gyrating moon dance enticing him unto me where he lays          
           
Mm... the Kingdom of his tongue, slowly lathing up my inner leg          
Arching my back, binding my hands, placing them above my head          
Wider my legs he spread          
Bending his face downward taking a lapping lick          
Oh, sweet mercy, my head indenting the soft moss, the caresses of his hypnotic touches, I've never missed          
In and out of time upon the skies, our love notes floats of reminisce          
Palming his scalp, pushing it downward, his tongue slipping deeper inside my wet abyss          
           
Oh yes... right there...            
My weakening outcries escaping into thin air          
Seesawing the uplifting of my hips          
Surrendering in oblivion when he has me in a trace 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 riding 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, it's 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          
           
Mmmm... softly purring            
         
         
           
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
I will be celebrating the Hebrew Man this week and of course, my Moorish Royal Knights as well.

Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
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