When The Lights Go Out
STOP Yes it's a poem, but it's a descriptive poem about sex! So at least try to paw off to it ^^
Between you and me,
some nights I creep.
Fox may not hear it
when the floors creak.
I, wolf, step light
my target in sight.
I step past the window
exposed in the moonlight.
When Fox is asleep in his bed
I pet his sweet head.
Under the covers
Is a hidden fur red.
I admire Fox's form,
my heart slightly torn.
I should leave him alone,
But his sheets are so warm.
Fox is pitching a tent.
Surely he felt the paw I sent.
He rolled with a murr.
Soft flesh becomes unbent.
With a kiss and a stroke,
the sweet pre that I coax
spills onto my tongue.
The Fox's cock I deep throat.
I tease out little moans
and I tousle Fox's stones.
To him it's just a dream
about being blown.
Fox stirs and he kicks
as his dick spits.
I slurp the fox seed.
I clean him with a lick.
His lips get a kiss
flavored from cum and bliss.
Traces of musk in my mouth
are deliciously crisp.
Again, lightly I step,
Fox's cock is still wet.
Fox wakes up, refreshed.
Now that's a night well spent.