The bull

The bull
Hear the sound of my bull
as it whizzes along its path
and ends with the sound
of sizzling passion
Hear the sound of my whip
as it makes the wind dance
and lands on your skin
leaving every mark it deserves
Give me your moans, my slave
and your complete surrender
Give me your body, my slave
and show me how far you’re willing to go for me
Hear the sound of my bull
I’ll make him move for you
as a reward for your surrender
transcending yourself for and through me
© Mrs Moriah
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