Short Saddle Sore Poems

While riding my bike down a lane
I felt an incredible pain
I was astraddle
Without my saddle
That's something I won't do again!...

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I help herd the cattle to market far away.
I am riding high in the saddle each day.
I travel many miles, and then some more.
That makes me quite tired and saddle sore.
The sun bakes me until I’m red and dry.
The ordeal is enough to make a lesser man cry.
Each trip is dry, dusty, and dirty.
It’s a difficult job, but it’s my duty....

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I won't be the first cowboy
to chase a mare without reigns,
across wide and wild oat fields,
summer heat, and pouring rains,

and no one will be the last,
for Love's pursuit never ends.
No saddle sore can throw me off,
when Beauty my soul befriends.

Every dream's worth the chase.
Don't resist the one you love,
for she shall lift you to heights
that smile on you from high above.

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I taste your meek cravings;
your numbing friction of desire
you are my fiend;  my devil;
my good-for-nothing share
of saddle-sore pleasure.

I let your unrighteous lips
savor my own
with shameless animation
letting your fingers
incinerate me entirely
as your name escapes
my tongue-
entangled in a moan.

your embrace propels me
again to the
bottomless hell.

please, let me sink deeper-
tasting Purgatory-
feeling Heaven....

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