And She Rode Him Faster
And She Rode Him FasterShe rode bare naked,
upon the great white stud.
A wanton breeze blowing,
through her hair.
Passion through her blood.
And she rode him faster.
She the slave.
He the master.
Through the rain of sweat,
and the power of tears.
Through the grace of love,
the binding of years.
And she rode him faster.
Soul to soul.
No slave.
No master.
There in the heat,
the fire of ecstasy.
Her climax brought her back,
her soul set free.
And she rode him faster.
Passion's slave.
Lust her master.
She rode him,
till abandon lost.
His seed he gave,
for the cost.
And she rode him faster.
Soul to soul.
Neither slave.
Nor master.
She rode him faster.
By BarryDeMars
© 2007 BarryDeMars (All rights reserved)
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