Lust Unleashed: Feast Of The Wild

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In the woods where the hungry wolf prowls,
Maiden moon rides the sky as it howls.
Lost in shadows, she runs from the heat,
But the beat of her steps is a rhythmic retreat.

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He’s a beast with a cute little grin,
Ravish thoughts burning hot on his skin.
Her yoni calls like a whispering drum,
To the lingum that longs and begins to succumb.

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The virgin night holds a juicy suspense,
Every breeze is a breath, every glance is intense.
He’s hard with a fire too wild to hide,
While the wet of the world pulls him inside.

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Beauty dances with lust in her eyes,
A flame that eats reason and never denies.
They catch the stars in a tangled embrace,
As the meat of the moment quickens the pace.

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No rules in the forest, no need to pretend,
Just a shag through the dark with no end to defend.
The bust of the sky falls open and wide,
As their howl meets the night, no shame left to bide.

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The hunger’s a rhythm too bold to ignore,
A craving too primal to cover or store.
They ride it like thunder, they bite it like bread,
Till the silence is broken by sighs never said.

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So if you get lost in a dream like this,
Where danger and pleasure entwine in a kiss,
Just know that the forest remembers the beat—
And the feast of the wild is never discreet.