Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: In the woods with the Mountain man.
Naked at my feet you sit.
I am the creator of your darkest
Thicker than your own blood
I surge through your viens.
Collar tight around your neck.
Raw fierce awakenings build
deep in your soul.
Your breath warm passing over
my inner thighs.
Your lead taut within my grasp.
Possessed from my lewd passion,
Aroused in your own pain.
Trembling from your carnal hunger.
Intoxicating essence veil your
Unwavering devotion to quench
Your tongue caresses my desires
while you feast upon my divine
And honey you shall taste.
The whip on your flesh you shall
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