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Riders
2025-07-21
If only, I could read his mind,
as easily as I can see his body,
to know the kind of woman he wants,
I would change to become,
A long stare of soulful contemplation,
or I could even act the whore,
speaking depravity,
to blow his swollen head.
Or else, a chastity belt,
I should wear,
to make him try even harder,
to bring me to come hither,
into the bed of petals and sunlight,
alongside our glistening thighs,
let us ride,
let us ride.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
as easily as I can see his body,
to know the kind of woman he wants,
I would change to become,
A long stare of soulful contemplation,
or I could even act the whore,
speaking depravity,
to blow his swollen head.
Or else, a chastity belt,
I should wear,
to make him try even harder,
to bring me to come hither,
into the bed of petals and sunlight,
alongside our glistening thighs,
let us ride,
let us ride.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
