Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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Bouncing soundlessly up, my eyes never leaving the lushness displayed before me. Fingertips reach out to stroke, nails drag slowly over the curve of a hip. Beautiful. A delight, a pleasure, a 20 course meal that I could use as my own personal repast for an eon.
So pretty....but I ask, my Muse...do you still have your key?
Stepping closer, until I can pull paleness next to me. Arms tighten, refusing to let go of perfection, of something special, something claimed.
And if you have it, are you willing to put it to use?
So pretty....but I ask, my Muse...do you still have your key?
Stepping closer, until I can pull paleness next to me. Arms tighten, refusing to let go of perfection, of something special, something claimed.
And if you have it, are you willing to put it to use?