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Feel breath upon thy milky neck as he gives thee the gifts of life Thrusting forth upon such shapely form the rise of your golden **** and the glide of your swollen ******* In awe of such feline majesty and the magnificence of such deviance Lay hand on nubile skin with deft and swift precision while the other holds the reins of a flowing mane Gracing the arched spine of pleasure. Tilted head stretched and exposed form catching the dancing shadows of eternal midnight She calls his name as if his name was but a string of unreserved expletives He growls letting the beast within ride out the demons in the deep and the now forgotten chastity as if innocence were taken but in truth offered like a gift to her gods. And he takes thy gift gladly And in return Give Give Give again and again and again with no refrain or moments peace awash in pagan sweat and revel in thy cobalt aquas as his close in the rise of final exaltation. Two hearts beat as one, heaving breath encased in bone and heated skin imbibed in the juices of forever And the pleasure of pagan and archaic sin.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Pagan Pleasures
Feel breath upon thy milky neck as he gives thee the gifts of life Thrusting forth upon such shapely form the rise of your golden **** and the glide of your swollen ******* In awe of such feline majesty and the magnificence of such deviance Lay hand on nubile skin with deft and swift precision while the other holds the reins of a flowing mane Gracing the arched spine of pleasure. Tilted head stretched and exposed form catching the dancing shadows of eternal midnight She calls his name as if his name was but a string of unreserved expletives He growls letting the beast within ride out the demons in the deep and the now forgotten chastity as if innocence were taken but in truth offered like a gift to her gods. And he takes thy gift gladly And in return Give Give Give again and again and again with no refrain or moments peace awash in pagan sweat and revel in thy cobalt aquas as his close in the rise of final exaltation. Two hearts beat as one, heaving breath encased in bone and heated skin imbibed in the juices of forever And the pleasure of pagan and archaic sin.
DBeard
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Scottish
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
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