Riding me.

No...
Not again riding with you, beast,
nostrils  blowing putrid heat, your stinking breathe telling your stride, crushing stirrups guide my stumbling stance as I ride my future straight along these lines, oh fuck..

Oh yes..
Take the reins once more my weary fool, ride along with me until til just my canter sickens you, wait for the rush of the steed who rides like the God I am, worship me, taste me, again filling you to the marrow, then say that word again. No... I think not.