My Ponytail Fetish

My main fetish is mundane, I confess:
Long hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.
All other allurements beside it pale;
Neither filthy heels nor a plunging dress
Put my mind in such a state of distress.
But beware, the presentation can fail:
When worn at the nape, a woman looks male,
A hippie man, something androgynous.
For the female tail rides lively, on high,
Doesn't lie down the back, like some drowned rat.
No, the tassel must dance and bounce and fly,
As she turns your head quickly, this way or that,
And pulse like a fishing lure, something spry,
A girly S-curve that moves like a cat

And it signals, with hair out of the way,
The woman is ready to drop and kneel
And make with her lips a wet sliding seal
To enjoy a stiff cock, like some gourmet
While with the hair tassel her lover can play,
Until the job she completes with a squeal
And leans back to smile and swallow her meal.
Ponied cum lover! A naughty display!
Act that only one other can surpass,
That is most special with her hair tied back:
Namely, to doggy-style fuck her sweet ass,
And look down at her shining, lube-filled crack
Her nude backside, a shapely hourglass,
And ponytail bouncing high, piggyback!