Thursday, January 22, 2015

Riding bareback - a poem

I feel your sweat
"Mishimala forma d'un sentit" by Lali Masriera - originally posted to
Flickr as mishima:la forma d'un sentit.
 Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons
Between my thighs,
As your muscles
Bunch and loosen.

I grip your thick mane
With shaking hands
And breathe in your
Sweet, salty scent.

The steady rhythm
Of your movements
Makes time and place
Pass in a frenzied blur.

Two racing as one
Winded and exhilarated.
In a rush we arrive home
And, slowly, I dismount.