Magic of the night

by PoniesWithProblems

Rating: teen
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Length: 269

A erotic poem that i made for no reason what so ever, i even died a little when i made this.

Twilight is alone in her library at night.

For once her body takes over, instead of her mind.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-01-20 05:03:53 UTC

Magic of the night

The moon had shone its first lights.

Twilight knew this was going to be a night like no other.

She was alone, mesmerized by all the new smells from her aroma candles.

This moment was hers to make use of.

The scents that entered her tender nostrils overwhelmed her with exctacy .

It was unbearable, she was in touch with her entire body.

Every sensitive spot, fully aware of its surroundings.

Her leather bound friends were the only thing there to accompany her solitude, and she wouldn't have wanted it anyway else.

Her special place was open wide, ready to receive its long desired pleasures. A particular thick book floated over to her. Small ribs on it's back.  This would do just fine.

One stroke, no.. Two strokes. She needed more.

More to satisfy her guilty pleasures.

Two smaller books floated within the vicinity of her body that was quivering with this, lust, for more.

Her erect nipples were pleased by this touch. It still wasn't enough.

She needed caressing, the feeling of a hug.

It had been so long since she felt love like that.

A huge dictionary made it's way through the three other books.

It folded open in all its glory. It's perch filled inside gently touched Twilight on her chest.

She made it clamp onto her, it was sensational.

Her body heated up, she started to sweat.

This was it. She couldn't hold it any longer.

It had to happen here and now.

She let it happen, her moans could be heard from 2 houses away.

This had been HER night.