Colts and Mares

It’s cold – but I wanted a cigarette, and I convinced her too, but she soon regrets it – “may I sit on top of you?” she asks and i quickly consent and we fix the blanket in a perfect wrap and I’m so happy to have her on my lap and by the time we finish both our shoulders have a whinny to them –

I am a broken horse that hopes to never ride again. I’ll sleep it off or get fucked up but I will never try again.

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~ by perfectionatrix on January 4, 2016.

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