Erotic PoetryGeldingHe awaits his master at the top of the stairs.
Hands and knees in their default position
Back strong and head held proud
With each step closer
His nostrils quiver
The scent of her a sweet reminder
Of where he belongs
Back arched
Reigns straining
He yearns for the first touch
of his masters warmth
With the flick of her whip
He carries her to her throne
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