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By Tangerine Date: 2001 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.12.09.56.2911]] |
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Stallion dark and sleek with mane of tawny hair you gallop tall and proud leaping thru the air I want to climb upon you, high up in your saddle wrap my legs around you have you deep within my straddle You tease me with your trot your slow and gentle ride I lift myself with stirrups to match your thumping stride Then you raise it to a canter I try to keep your pace we ride the plains together a special kind of place I feel you start to sweat gainst my tender inner thighs your nostrils flare with fury I heave with gentle sighs You bring us to full gallop We barely touch the ground enthralled within this feeling that whoosing, pounding sound My heart is beating faster We're leaping thru the air I pull upon your leather straps demand you take me there My crotch is hot and burning I beg you not to stop Command that you go faster as I beat you with my crop I've learned to match your rhythm together as we ride I gouge you with my pointed spurs as I dig them in your side Your nostrils flair, tail in the air as we ride and ride and ride dust is flying, voices sighing I feel you deep inside Hoofs are pounding, hearts resounding I grab your tawny mane you fill me with the thrill of you driving me insane......... ~ ~ ~ |