Steed
She's natures most majestic creature,
And one I need to tame,
Exctited over just what feature,
Hides beneath her mane...
Her quater hind stuck in my mind,
Reflecting rays of sun,
Until I find which part to bind,
Or mount to make us one...
The leather straps in woven black,
Are what she loves the most,
And when I grab them from the back,
She tugs to pull me close...
Until I'm deep within the saddle,
Feeling with my knees,
What's so warm between my straddle,
Everytime she breathes...
So when I give the slightest pull,
She raises in the air,
Stroking her until she cools,
Just so she knows I'm there...
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