Stabled

kept amongst the horseflesh–

you have an eye for what you like to ride.

something that kicks and purrs and moans

beneath as you straddle astride.

Does it matter if the tires grab the road,

or the hands grasp the sheets?

If the engine chokes or the throat is throttled–

if it’s the squeal of agony or rubber on the street?

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