The light dims as the sun finds its nightly resting place. The night shrugs its way from the days painful illuminating rays. The eyes of the new peek from hiding places stretching and shaking away the days pain. The day is not for those of us who seek the pain of the unknown world. We are the ones unafraid of the things that hide and lurk in the shadows, and corners. Klicks of claw and snap of jaws, howls and moans fill the moons rays with song and gift of thanks for being.
We hunt for pray in the deep cracks of the world, sniff them out, take what we want leaving only lust filled pools of liquid sex on the growned. Man or Woman, makes no differance is who we thrust with. Cock, cunt, pussy, ass, mouth, all of it fair game to us. They all give into the eyes of the beast.
Men try and be us, Women try to hide us. We are the dirty little secret in everyone closet, and nasty perverse thought pushed under the bed. Pink folds weep and moisten at our approach, Cock springs to life and gifts us with lustful seed. We the beasts are Man and Woman. We are the fear of sexual curiosity, the moment is thought that make you shiver and your nipples dance in our presents.
Think what you will about us, despise us if you wish, fear us, but one day your body will give it self over to the raging beast and be ravaged like the whore you wish you could be.
We are all WHORES for the beast known as pleasure.
We hunt for pray in the deep cracks of the world, sniff them out, take what we want leaving only lust filled pools of liquid sex on the growned. Man or Woman, makes no differance is who we thrust with. Cock, cunt, pussy, ass, mouth, all of it fair game to us. They all give into the eyes of the beast.
Men try and be us, Women try to hide us. We are the dirty little secret in everyone closet, and nasty perverse thought pushed under the bed. Pink folds weep and moisten at our approach, Cock springs to life and gifts us with lustful seed. We the beasts are Man and Woman. We are the fear of sexual curiosity, the moment is thought that make you shiver and your nipples dance in our presents.
Think what you will about us, despise us if you wish, fear us, but one day your body will give it self over to the raging beast and be ravaged like the whore you wish you could be.
We are all WHORES for the beast known as pleasure.
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