Bows and weak ankles
A heat I try to hide, Much like the color in your cheeks, I wish to be the stallion you ride, And when you are finished, bring me to my knees.
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A heat I try to hide, Much like the color in your cheeks, I wish to be the stallion you ride, And when you are finished, bring me to my knees.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets