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Galloping Stallion

Stud, you can hang up your leather jacket and come here
It’s time I whisper some naughty things in your ear
Your blue eyes have been aching for this voluptuous body after that first beer
Two slow dances hips to hips has weakened me for sure
Now, you can allow these soft hands to roam over your body as you bump and steer

Galloping pace, your eagerness sinking and reappearing, deeper and domineering
What an enticing afterhours souvenir
Therefore, just lay your body right here
I have the massage oil, and lace blindfold, so have no fear
Shh, I promise you ecstasy is quite near
Everything you've imagined to take us past the frontier

No, keep the Stetson and boots on
Our fantasies played in vivid color as our bodies mingle to our song
Time will stand still, as passion overtakes us, once the heated moment comes on too strong
Submerged in the ecstasy of butter rum abyss all night long
Yes, you can take off your Stetson once you start to sweat
I’m usually shy, for someone I’ve just met
Once you winked and then smiled at me, it was easy come easy get
Calloused palms roaming up and down my bare back I let
The sweet progress of the evening was already set

Standing body to body, earlier you had me wet
Creeping into my mental space of time, mmm, no regrets
I’m sorry, you are just too handsome to deny
Groin advertisement to unwrap…my my
Before this night is through
Naughty things for me, sugary things for you
The boots are your pass, do me as you please
Desires rushing, restrained, released behind a soft tease
Feelings bringing me to my knees as the essence of me you free

Loving from you is like food to my soul
As minds aimlessly patrol
Bodies sinking, dipping, sweating as they cajole
Two hearts beating as one
Umm cowboy, you’re hitting a home run
I don’t know what you’ve done to me
Riding a stallion has provided all the answers to my inner mysterious
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

George Eliot
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