Thick tangled tresses leap in the wind.
Powerful legs churn,
An inviting whinny explodes into the air.
The mare prances before the stallion.

Luxurious red curls gleam in the fire light,
Fine legs bend in the edge of shadow,
A teasing wink floats across the room.
The whore dances for the soldier.

Rump to his stomach,
Nostrils flared,
Grunting and wiggling beneath him,
The mare is impregnanted by the stallion.

Pale throat exposed for lusting kisses,
Bare breasts pressed to his chest,
Moans filtering from her throat,
The whore is fucked by the soldier.

Shoulders brusied from his pawing,
Haunches ravaged by his force,
Eyes wide,
The mare is left, another in mind.

Drowsy recollection,
Flickering candlelight shines on a gold coin,
Bed warm, but empty beside her,
The whore is left for another.

 
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