King of the Jungle
There you sit...you patiently wait...
thinking of which animal you want to sate...
Observing a fine fox, who favourable flirts...
with sexy green eyes and the shortest of skirts.
She spots a wolf and scampers his way...
asking him coyly, "Do you want to play?"
A teasing Tigress arrives on the scene...
licking her lips like you are ice cream...
Throws off her furs and bares her teeth...
de***ishly dares you to make a leap...
She purrs softly, "Mount if you wish"...
encouraging you with a tantalizing kiss...
The energy pulsating, reaching new heights...
bodies heavenly entwined as they take flight...
After some time, they reluctantly descend...
exhausted, sated and ready again.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2009
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