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Click hereStraddled over a ton of tightened muscle
wrapping my hand in a hustle,
Sitting easy as I lower low,
nod my head for the gateman to go.
Swinging wide the shoot then opens
Looking to ride for 8 seconds I'm hopeing.
Bull twists and turns and bucks up and down,
I see the darting of the arena clown.
Ass and spine clash on the beast
for just a few more seconds at least.
One hand tied while the other swings.
Riding live leather is one of my favorite things.
Then the buzzer sounds that I've timed.
unravel my hand and off the beast I climb.
Scramble for cover as the clown comes out of hiding.
Ain't nothing like the thrill of Bull Riding.
Art ~
Nice one you've done here
And you've even got a YDD comment
That defies all the descriptions I'd always heard about her. Well crafted piece in your traditional Texas style.
I felt like I was there watching. thanks for the show.
...this is supposed to be non-erotic?!?!?! maybe I just have a dirty mind~~~ *laughs*
This is one of your better poems.
"Riding live leather" is a very good line.
You might want to even some of the lines a bit,
and I hope you will forgive me,
but "hopeing" has no "e". ;)