ours be the freedom


 ...how i would love to mount u, like my favourite horsey
trot u slow and most definitely ride u hard.
and when sweaty be your rich mane from an ecstatic dash!...
across the moor spreading and far reaching and your heart thumping...!!!
then, i shall rein u in and gently we shall gallop...,...
the wind in our faces
your strength and taut muscles
the speed between my thighs, i feel... as i grip
and control the direction of our destination.
an overwhelming ecstasy of being one with u...
trusting your judgement... to take jump after jump, over obstacles of any sort.
ours be the freedom...RB.


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