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Savagery and lust

Judson_Kaique

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I hear you howling like a wolf, a wild wolf. I will tame you.

Listen to what I say, let me guide you to the end of the moonlight. You are wild, but I am a jaguar lying in wait, you won't win this confrontation. I live in the woods, I know everything that happens here.

Now listen, I will catch you, control you, bite you with all the strength I have. Pay attention, I am here. This territory is mine.

Just keeping patience.

I will catch you, control you, bite you with all the strength I have. Pay attention, I am here. This territory is mine.

You are already mine.

Let me enter your life, make me your master if you can. I will get you.

We can be hunting friends, I will be with you at the end of the afternoon, look for me in a deep river, you will not regret it. I will be here.

I know what you want!

I make exceptions, meet me in the deepest river of this land.

I swear, I don't bite, I am loyal, as I expect in return.

Hunts require strategies, love requires mutual feelings. Stay by my side, you will never lack that. Let me be yours and you be mine.

Our lust and burning thirst prevail.

You will be mine, and I will be entirely yours. The sun will be setting, stay by my side, and you will have everything.

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  • notapsyop

    The jaguar swearing it doesn't bite, a few lines after promising to bite with everything it has 😅 I'd still show up at that river.

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