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panting is the only sound
the contrast of pale white skin
and leather straps that bound
biting her bottom lip
her legs are shaking
a wild pony
who's spirt i was breaking
the heel of my boot
taps the wooden floor
softly she moans
begging for more
patiently i caress her
then step away
alone in her bedroom
these are the games we play
©2004-2010 ~bicoastalrefugee
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a credit goes to my lovely muse, 333bracket, far and away, not much else to say

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:iconfallenangel13666:
Hottness. :devartonfire:

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Let's exchange hugs and smiles, then we can pretend that nothing happend...
:iconblissfulblue:
once again I love the piece short to the point, love the whole ideal of this poem, very erotic.

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The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
:iconshimmasta:
this is tres manifique! I loooove the poetry.

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