The Bull Ride
As my thighs grip your neck
And my hands hold on tight
I am a rocket sent to
Blast off and leave this planet
With every spin and turn
I am transported out of this world...
I am riding you big, and masculine, backwards
And you are my bull
When I ride you, you are my lover
And you are mine and I own you...
I show off my strength as
My arms and leg muscles
Hold me firmly in your lap
I show my dancer's
Flexability and grace
As my body flows and folds
With every turn and buck that you give me
I predict what you will do
And I ride and move my body
In tandem with your bucks and thrusts
I enjoy the ride
And as the operator tries to throw me off
Upping the speed faster and faster
I SCREAM because it is scary
And exciting all at the same time
My head is spinning...
And at the same time,2-3 minutes
My arm and knuckles are swelling and in pain
And then with a sign, I let go and give up
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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