We your mares tremble with unbridled desire
As you pace among the stalls trying to decide
Loves lost, loves gained, with sweet inquire
I alone have learned the lesson of quiet pride
I hear the call of your voice, but I still my head
For the taunt reins on my collar steady me too
And with blinders on there’s something to be said
For letting my eyes alone implore for a feel of you
As I exhale slowly enjoying the feel
Of the swell of my breasts constrain
Against the solid bones of steel
The supports of my corset’s main
My cups near overflow the leather
Giving you a most delectable view
You smile at my subtle pull on the tether
Knowing I drip just thinking of a feel of you
My wrists are love bound of course
And well trained, where you lead I follow
I am lead to sup from your source
A drink I so greedily swallow
And your liquid kisses dot my face
Oh what is a good submissive to do?
For I don’t want to squander a single trace
Of even the smallest feel of you
In the heat of moments found using weighted dice
I chomp at my bit feeling my tail unfurl
The tugs from the clips on my lips do entice
As you saddle-up me – your wanton pony girl
At last my love, my master it’s me you ride
It binds me through and through
Making every synapse of my insides collide
Now complete and full with the feel of you
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Going way off-track with this one
Raivenne-lations 
Oh this is truly hot.. not often I have read such explicit lines without being obvious. I have to say I blushed when reading it..
Wonderful use of metaphor!
A very unique poem, and as Bjorn said…hot!
Interesting because it can be read in different ways.
Animal voice, yet yours as well, metaphor in leather, S&M in the hay where olfactory sensual words lead to visceral imagery; very clever, like FIFTY SHADES OF HAY. Thank you for the lengthy comment left on my site. Most of your questions had been answered in the 37 earlier poem episodes that came before it, It is “cinemagenic”, a poetic screenplay written as if you were watching the movie . Much of the plot comes from the existential Western manuscript I wrote in 1966-67. The technical aspects come from my being a professional actor for a decade, & a movie buff forever. If you dig it, take some timed to go to my archives & review the earlier episodes.
Well, well, well… I’ve always wondered what it was about girls and ponies – we all seem to have gone through a phase like that, when we dreamt of riding, even if we couldn’t really afford it. But that would be the reverse of your poem… a sort of subtle explicitness you’ve developed there, quite clever!