The closeness of your stroke
Leaves nothing to chance
And no room for improvement
I’ve become a slave to a repeated feeling
Each night I want to escape
But the shackles around my wrist
Only allows me to move hips
And move they do
Up and down
Arching all around
Delight fills your eyes
As you wear down bucking
Enjoying the way
You withstood long lasting activity
Energetic at first
Then slow and prolific
Allowing the horn of my saddle
To ride you with ease
A penetrating feeling
Causing toes to cling to stirrups
Rising over hurdles
Completely resting on down slopes
Racing against the wind
The bed pounds with a gallop
Better than any mechanical toy
Excitement builds with pleasurable pain
Trying to hold out for a few seconds longer
Your hands reach around my neck
Riding for dear life
Squeezing the pillow beneath
Your body’s weight
Stabilizes my position
And your relaxed motion
Quells determination
Hot sexy whispers
Amplifies losing control
At last I am spent
Exclaiming! without a sound
Fist clenched
Legs tense
Squeezing what little bit of energy
I had left into you
Eyes rolled back
Then sight returned
Placing you back into view
Revealing a satisfied look  
As you tamed the wildness in me