An invitaion to Freaky Fee's ball
this vixen will except
once I finish dining on the fellow I've kept
I looking forward to the feast
I know Freaky Fee will prepare
He knows my beef, I prefer very rare
I'll check in my closet for something to wear
something to show off my assets
something to leave most of me bare
I'll let hang loose, my 10 inch Raven black hair
Black silk stockings will
embrace these mile long legs
I can't wait to grind these 6 inch heels
into each male croth that drools and begs
My 40 D cups will sit high in a red chamisole
the Vixen in me will look like a grand moll
My Cat's eyes will seek their sexual doom
just watch this Fox as I work this room
My perfume is the Essence of Vipers
my black leather skirt is ass-tight
I will draw the male Devils and Werewolves
and keep them sniffing and rutting all night
So bring on the fun, dear Fee
lets howl at the moon at midnight
let's dance and drink and wallow in debauchery
and give the locals a reason for fright!
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And Fee, should we still come if you are going to be devoting all your time to this young--"lady"(?) Ed
See ya there my Dee,
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" aka Nyx Goddess of Night
hugs
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