- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Swishing Tales
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He’ll buck like a stallion
nostrils searching for scent
muscles quivering under blankets
you’ll wantonly rub up against
He’ll stomp the ground excitedly
and gallop your heart away
the smell of sweet musk compelling
knees to spread further each day
He’ll land you bareback
and leave you short of breath
leather twisted round fingers
and thighs, dripping wet
He’ll take you for a ride
so don’t be lead astray
the boy is a play park pony
full on trampled hay
He’ll prance in carousels
and parade through fables
of grasps at golden rings
while tied to his stable
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 12 years agoTHE BUCKING HORSE IN A BAR, A CIRCUS OR FAIR, AND A DUDE RANCH. TK U MLJ LV NV
twelveooneover 18 years agovery tight writing, last eight lines rise above ordinary
whoa! like this
"the boy is a play park pony
full on trampled hay"
I did not notice at first that you slip in and out of rhyme, is there a reason for it?
Anonymousover 18 years agotried writing about a horse tale...but, I like the way you played with the idea ..bluerains
sweet GA peachesover 18 years agowith LeBroz...
was not wanting the
ride to end...
*winks*
saddle up girl,
and go with it !
