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Wild One
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Oh he was feisty,
wild she'd once said
She'd deal with that;
fuck ride him with a
straddled exaltation
A deep descending grip
Work up a sweat till he'd
Quieten his demeaner &
succumb to being owned
this way.
Giggled at such a thought
when in truth she prefered his
wild spirit & feisty intent towards her.
Oh he was feisty,
wild she'd once said
She'd deal with that;
fuck ride him with a
straddled exaltation
A deep descending grip
Work up a sweat till he'd
Quieten his demeaner &
succumb to being owned
this way.
Giggled at such a thought
when in truth she prefered his
wild spirit & feisty intent towards her.
Published 28th May 2017
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