ride me

bless me, equine Epona,
fairest divinity, Rhiannon,
goddess of the fairy fields
and of tender fertile glances,

make of me a stallion strong
straining at the brittle bit
fleshly nipping here and there,
baring myself, my soul to her

ride me, luaidh mo chèile,
ride this rigid striding beast,
your eager thighs clinging
to my proud flexing flanks

ride me delicious delighting
while your locks descending
veil your lips, as my mane
brushes the tips of your breasts

hold me, your hips pounding me
never concealing, this me pulsing
between your grasping legs
your fleshly pleasure begs

of you ever rising, flying hard
o’er Highlands sacred, past
Gleann Fhionnain to Loch Shiel
where ye weary rest at last

into the water ye plunge
to cool the hot aching core
of you wholly possessed
your skin now gently caressed

as I most pleased
and panting watch on,
ever eager for more

Salt Lake City 23 June 2022

Image by Pierre-André Doriot from Pixabay

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