The Blue Roan
by Neal Ostman
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Keep showing me
Tug the lunge line to my heart
pull in spinning orbits smaller,
tighter to your coaxing lips.
Keep reaching for me
Your steady touch
practiced hands
work me to rhythmic bearing.
Keep seeking me
Till I gallop to nuzzling rendezvous
innocent between your thighs
off on a pounding breathless ride.
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