Midnight Beckons

Mugsdaddy

She lays in the darkness waiting for me her heart beats fast her fear I see 

She tries to move my weight restrains her passion rises from her loins it reigns 

I drink her in my deep desire ravenous am I  like some Dark vampire 

She moans with pleasure I push inside she pulls me tight she opens wide 

We sweat together our heat intense we writhe as one it all makes sense 

She is so pure and I unclean love like this has never been seen 

She holds me tight but I pull away the darkness beckons it is nearly day 

Until tomorrow my Goddess so sleek I'll be back at midnight. 

Your Faithful Freak 

  • Author: Mugsdaddy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2017 06:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: An ode to Santita's "Midnight Freak"
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Now it's all too much for me of course - swoon! Santita and others know my swoons at the least thing. lol.

  • Mugsdaddy

    You might want to read it again I had to edit it.



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