Wild Mustangs
An ache, some hurt with longing to yearn
Cauldron left to simmer with passion
Bubbles in the fire ball of desire
Closely watch topless metaphors;
Animal instinct with intuition
Gets drawn in a desperate hunger
As she is wooed in the foreplay
Melodious moments with sensation;
Makes her cower to his firm will,
For she loves the rapture and thrill:
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