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| Martha's Challenge As he let out a long sigh She looks into his eyes Euphoria has covered his face She knew she should pick up the pace His fingers tighten on her thighs And his toes turn up toward the sky Without much persuasion She rises up to meet the occasion Hearts pounding hard as a drum Restraining, trying not to succomb At last, a moment he will never forget Being rode hard and put away wet. 2-1-05 |
| My friend Martha challenged me to use "Rode hard and put away wet" in a poem. Needless to say, I almost caused her to have a heart attack. This is the end result |
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