Runaway horses, my fingers are
Cruising around your body as plains
They brought mine thoughts,
my senses
Dancing hands, parading fingers
Dance to your spirted rithm
Dance my hands and fingers
Better yet gallop through out
your body
Your naked flesh as tuned as
fresh essence
And the cavalcade stops not
Restless keeps and entertains
The rest of the spirited herd
Of your runaway orgasms, that is
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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