by L.M. Browning, except from Drive Through the Night
Ride this life hard
—barebacked, bone-shaken.
Wrap your legs tight
—thighs around her rib cage, pounding.
Take hold in the rush
—fingers tangled in her mane, entwined.
Don’t look back,
there is nothing for you there.
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