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THE RACE
THE RACE
Your warm breasts againts the hairs on my chest, sent you into a rhapsody of pulsating emotion,
you cloistered me tight and warm and moved to the rhythym of the moment ,unleashed pent up energy ,
you took me racing high
in the saddle and bent on the winning post ,
You stared at the ceiling as you pressed home your advantage ,and as the moment of mutual exceptance ,you didnt scream or tell but your arms fell ,
For you knew the race was over and the victory was yours and you dismounted and layed silent your
race was over ,and
your mount could only steam in sweaty satifaction ,used and put away wet.
Your warm breasts againts the hairs on my chest, sent you into a rhapsody of pulsating emotion,
you cloistered me tight and warm and moved to the rhythym of the moment ,unleashed pent up energy ,
you took me racing high
in the saddle and bent on the winning post ,
You stared at the ceiling as you pressed home your advantage ,and as the moment of mutual exceptance ,you didnt scream or tell but your arms fell ,
For you knew the race was over and the victory was yours and you dismounted and layed silent your
race was over ,and
your mount could only steam in sweaty satifaction ,used and put away wet.
Published 13th Nov 2013
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