Notes About The Poem
This is fiction based on strapping horses
Leather
The simple smell of leather,
I love your spiced perfume,
And, when you wear it all the time,
You exude a beautiful musty plume.
And then that look of leather,
Holding it in my hand,
How stark the leather strapping looks,
When it’s oiled, massaged and tanned.
Oh, that special feel of leather,
The ambiance, touch, the mood,
It feels so safe, firm and tough,
When I bound you down all nude.
Leather’s my organic choice of real,
When you’re secured with straps so tight,
Leather’s what I’ll always use,
Into the murky, darkened night.
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