Astride
Finger grips make her relent,
Mimic the long seduction,
Hard edges quake make her tremble,
Softening the walls to pulse;
Succumbs to the moments joy,
Fused to her passionate mate,
Quivers in pure surrender,
The ride surges to climax.
Fragile animal instincts;
Tamed by his squabbling strides.
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