God, you’ve got a big arse, baby.
What would that feel like spread across my face?
In the saddle like a cowboy, giddyup! Ride ‘em home.
While I get in touch with your inner zone.
I feel you quiver, I feel you squirm
at the thought, does your stomach churn?
I laugh, (how brazen am I?) I feel it in my face,
I pick up the pace.
To the end, it is a race.
You and me.
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