PONY BOY

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I love having you ev'ry day      
tending you, serving Me as My pet.      
      
In O/our world you nuzzle My hand      
that holds bit & bridle firm      
while slipping it into your mouth.      
     
Brush-cut shakes when you toss your head      
with the spirit of thoroughbreds.      
      
Legs move, bended knees, tucked in tight,      
raised high, leggings laced up your thighs.      
     
Clean-shaven, with your body cut,      
the sheen of your over-all male      
enhanced by the sight of your strut      
impaled by the plug of your tail.      
     
Any one would know as I guide      
by the reins to win, place or show,      
your willingness to prance for Me.      
   
With each step small golden bells gleam,      
jingling from pierced nipples dancing      
till you come to rest when I tug.      
     
Now on goes the saddle      
on which I will straddle,      
with beaded quirt held in My hand.      
     
I promise no pain where it lands,      
and kiss it all better, My pet.      
     
So now is the end of the day,      
and rubbing you down before bed      
I take you in hand and in mouth      
to show you My love, pony boy.      
     
     
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Author's note: The subject of this poem addresses the fetish practice of "pony play".  
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