Hurry now and don't be late,
bend me over the garden gate.
Ride me like a spirited mare,
snort and whinny if you dare.
Rein me in and use your quirt
strike me whithers and make them hurt.
Off to the stables we shall go,
fuck me fast and fuck me slow.
When time for coming I shall neigh,
so gallup harder and seize the day!
Author notes
quirt: riding crop
(omg..she said the 'F' word)..lol
Luna Tique Fringe
A contest entry
- Public Places && Tangled Bed Sheets by bird-mad girl.
1200 points, ended May 19, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I wish you would stop horsing around lol
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hehehehe
nice!
such a talent for bawdy rhyme, you seem to have...
not at all surprising
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hahaha!!!, absolutely fantastic, i've certainly never read a poem like that before, giddy up!
Alex.
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Just me being silly, hehe
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lol
I love this piece.
the metaphor used. greatness.
lovely write.
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Yup,it's hot
Good luck.
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Giddy up, ride em cowgirl!
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Whoopie, a hottie rhyme !!!!!!!!!! Well pieced together, m'am!
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a hoot and a half to write..glad you liked it..
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really like your expressive desires. Perhaps you should let the Satyr take you for test ride
the Satyr
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lol..thanks
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OMG....
Girl you are a Hot MESS!!!
I liked this...u should have entered this in the contest.
E
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you changed your picture again..this one glows..
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