I laid on my back
Wearing nothing but lust
With my legs parted...
I told Him
"I've an insufferable fire in my core...
Why don't you put it out with your tongue?"
That night
He became a fireman.
Eyes. Those damn eyes fucking me forever.
We made love just looking at each other.
She's a lady & a witch
He's a gentleman & a wolf
And together they are magic...
The spell they've cast on each other,
such sweet wickedness.
It's more than a craving for the other;
It's an insatiable obsession.
Our lips touched
and I was left feeling enticed
Palms to the wall...
Thighs cuddled His cheeks
I swayed. He tugged.
Up, He pushed me down.
I had no words, but
His tongue spoke a thousand strokes.
.....like that.
The grip of His hands around my hips.
Pulling me close.
Oh, how He digs into my skin...
Grabbing me from behind, and,
filling me
with every inch.
He let his hands sink.
Thick, His fingers dug in deeper.
Over and over
till rosy red cheeks
warmed my bones.
He didn't stop
until honey trickled,
thighs soaked...
He let his tongue free to roam once more.
"Do you have a magick spell to return someone to life?" she said.
"No," the Witch said, "I'm sorry."
"Oh."
"Why don't you tell me about them?"
"Will that bring them back?"
"For us. For a little while. Stories are a different kind of magick."
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