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Caballo
Tender drops of you wrapped in nothing but pain
A philly never saddle broken, so hard for others to restrain
You need so much more than to be mounted and branded
You need more than a stallion with stamina but also understanding
I've sipped at you and tasted of your essence
Yes I've supped on your soul feasting on it's presence
With ears pricked, head tilted back as you fight my reins
Me, the original whisperer, forcing you to accept change
With hoofs on stall walls as you neigh and bray my name
Slapping hands with choking grip, no longer feeling the same
Before there was love or at least some type of a connection
But now the drops are drying up and the pain is our only protection
A condom is donned even for us in this rutting stage of insanity
A kaleidoscope of pain sexually lures us with it's vanity
Blinders on bitch as we race away from the light
Hobbled as we galloped with you braying with all of your might
You can feel your breaking point as the Styx trails down your leg
The reins are now wrapped around your throat as your darkness starts to beg
Ripples of ecstacy along your barrel causes you to pass out just as you break
But I promise there will be another condom sugar cube as soon as you wake
A philly never saddle broken, so hard for others to restrain
You need so much more than to be mounted and branded
You need more than a stallion with stamina but also understanding
I've sipped at you and tasted of your essence
Yes I've supped on your soul feasting on it's presence
With ears pricked, head tilted back as you fight my reins
Me, the original whisperer, forcing you to accept change
With hoofs on stall walls as you neigh and bray my name
Slapping hands with choking grip, no longer feeling the same
Before there was love or at least some type of a connection
But now the drops are drying up and the pain is our only protection
A condom is donned even for us in this rutting stage of insanity
A kaleidoscope of pain sexually lures us with it's vanity
Blinders on bitch as we race away from the light
Hobbled as we galloped with you braying with all of your might
You can feel your breaking point as the Styx trails down your leg
The reins are now wrapped around your throat as your darkness starts to beg
Ripples of ecstacy along your barrel causes you to pass out just as you break
But I promise there will be another condom sugar cube as soon as you wake
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