Michael Benfield

Rookie - 22 Points (05/02/91)

A Carousel Horse - Poem by Michael Benfield

I am a carousel horse
an emerald in each eye.
Two deep breaths and I open the door,
one drink, his hand on my thigh.

I am pushed down to the sheets;
the man's tongue laced with cognac and lust
burns my skin.
I smile as he tells me he loves me,
and the carousel begins.

Sweat drips down his chest,
I cringe and kiss his neck
as we dance.
passion builds and the ride is complete.

He dismounts, kisses my cheek,
and hands me my fare.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012

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