Soaking in sweat from head to toe Joshiah came home, towel in tow. Liquid cascaded down fur of jet black As he walked to the bedroom, fully alack. But alas, ignorant was the wolf of jet black That the moment he arrived, he was under attack. In a flash she had pounced like lightning of tan, The fennec in heat sat atop of her man. The strong male aroma, the intoxicating musk, And the poor vixen having to wait until dusk Had her all in a frenzy, too lustful to speak, But it all was conveyed as her tongue glanced his cheek And took in his taste, how delightful it was! She went in for another pass, just because, But that wasn’t enough to sate her desire Her libido ran hot as a roaring fire And as fast as a cheetah across the desert, This vixen was ready for her just desserts. Panties were left carelessly in the hall, A vixen in her birthday suit was all That Joshiah could see, and on his nose Came scents of sweet vanilla and rose, But there was something more, better for sure, The scent of a vixen’s petals so pure And desire about them, sticky and moist The wolf, although pinned, quickly rejoiced! With a kindly grin, his paws found her rump And feeling the touch, the vixen did slump So her breasts, soft and perfect, would rest on his chest The perfect distraction for the vixen to best Her mate’s useless clothes, an annoyance, no more That’s what God gave a vixen claws for! Now tattered and shredded, the shorts afterthought And with sneaking glances, a sight was caught That the vixen most needed, throbbing and stiff Her most desired treasure, the most perfect gift. No foreplay was needed with desire so strong So she leaned back her haunches, and all along The wolf did grin with unmatched desire Except by the vixen who then sat on his spire, And in one fluid motion, their mating began The most carnal union of a woman and man. The animals they were, the mating was rough, And a simple scratching would not be enough To satisfy the lustful vixen in heat So she leaned forth eagerly for a mouthful of meat. Ferociously the vixen bit down on her mate, Drawing ichor trails as he still tried to sate The fires within her, each thrust drew elation As the vixen begged and pleaded his ejaculation. Such warmth and moisture could slay any male, And Joshiah knew that he would soon fail To hold out any longer under such ecstasy And as inner muscles gripped him, the vixen set him free Of any such burden, there was no way to resist And with a howl of pleasure, her insides were kissed With a hot rush of seed, but she was still distraught, Harder still did she thrust down, crying, “Gimme that knot!” Then the vixen did grin as wide as she could, Labia spread wider as he filled her womanhood With that bulbous flesh, and she finally released Her own earth-shattering climax, and two lustful beasts Spent the next twenty minutes howling in pure delight, Like two canines praising the moon for its blessed light. The rush of cum finally slowed, the vixen was filled, And for the moment, at least, desires were fulfilled, But later that night, Joshiah would find Sex is the only thing on a heated vixen’s mind!