RIDDEN LIKE A HORSE

You rode me like your horse
When we had intercourse,
(Sidesaddle would not do,
Astride is always you.)
How down and up you thrust
When outworking your lust.
Your fevered "Get it up!"
Sounded like "Giddyup!"
My body yours did straddle,
Could have greased a saddle
At moment of climax,
When ardour did relax.
Above the earth so far,
I could have touched a star.
I joked, "This is silly -
I should ride YOU, filly!"