2 Poems. Roge. 21+

1.

​Sometimes I need more than a big Mac

meal with extra fries, I need your brown 

eyes and what lies between your thighs.
2.

She sits on top, I like it when she has her feet

in the stirrups, astride me she breaks out into 

a steady trot.
She rides me harder and harder at a racing

gallop, she cries out in ecstasy relentlessly!

I beg her never to stop.

(C) Step-right-up-for-some-life 

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Author: Idontwearahat.

Katie is a published poet, reader and reviewer.

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