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Horse riding.

I have fancied horse riding since my times in the cradle .
The feeling of spreading the legs between the rustic saddle.

The soft velvet that brushes my innermost core.
As my knees find the soft spot, I bend them well until my soul gets sore.

Like an eagle with its wings touching the infinity sky.
I look at you with hunger as my lips below start to cry.

Don’t be shy. Don’t ask me why, coz baby I hate to pry.
My shiny tall stallion, brace yourself for the ride is going to leave you with a scar.

The snow clad peaks give way as I embrace myself to worship the Thor.
Look at the road ahead as I ride on you like a warrior who has won the war.



mindless thoughts & thoughtless mind...!

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