Gothic Hedonism Magic

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s she swallows him until she can no longer bear it. Another lover enters her from behind, clenching her waist of slender.</p><p id="51cc">Across the fire, a dark-skinned angel rides a cock in a hedonistic fit. Perked nipples erect from the cold are offered salvation by warm lips, nibbling, tasting as fingers explore orifices ready to submit.</p><p id="ccc1">Bodies entangled, fucking on black linen and lace as the moon eclipses, from the heat radiating from more than just the fire. Sounds of carnality fill the winter’s air as all get their fix.</p><p id="d6bc">Ecstasy and bliss, magic and moonlight — we are the pyre, the offering to the Gods, on this winter’s night we fuck out our brains. By dawn’s rising the last will cum, satiated and rewired.</p><p id="cd91">© Keeva Black, 2021. All rights reserved.</p><p id="6110">Similar content suggestions…</p><div id="1184" class="link-block"> <a href="https://link.medium.com/RrP8zXzv9gb"> <div> <div> <h2>Our Swinger Sex Party with Total Strangers</h2>

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An erotic poem.

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We dance like wildlings, leaving tracks in the freshly packed snow. Black lace swirls in the moonlight as embers emerge from a giant bonfire. Flickers of light shine across beautiful faces basking in the moon’s glow.

Men with coattails and women with tassels do their dance of desire. With gloved hands, we sway and swirl to keep from the bite of the cold. Sweating and shivering in perfect unison the sexual energy goes higher and higher.

Lips touch briefly from one partner to the next, lust now uncontrolled. Top hats hit the ground, petticoats are removed — all of us in naked splendor. Pale skin with bright red lips takes him into her mouth his entirety enfolded.

With hair as dark as the night sky, she is at full surrender, as she swallows him until she can no longer bear it. Another lover enters her from behind, clenching her waist of slender.

Across the fire, a dark-skinned angel rides a cock in a hedonistic fit. Perked nipples erect from the cold are offered salvation by warm lips, nibbling, tasting as fingers explore orifices ready to submit.

Bodies entangled, fucking on black linen and lace as the moon eclipses, from the heat radiating from more than just the fire. Sounds of carnality fill the winter’s air as all get their fix.

Ecstasy and bliss, magic and moonlight — we are the pyre, the offering to the Gods, on this winter’s night we fuck out our brains. By dawn’s rising the last will cum, satiated and rewired.