A foolish girl
who asked for
halter and bridle.
Eager to be claimed
Too soon for anyone’s good.
Quickly I found the harness
Entrapping.
Fully the symbol of Taurus,
A temper when provoked.
Found the rough grabbing on of my horns
an irritation.
Shook you off in annoyance
Snorting and backing away.
Chastened by the whip of your ire
Goaded to anger at the continued falling lashes
demanding complete obedience
and placid acceptance
to you.
I am no beast of burden
for your whims
or to carry your insecurities.
Spit the bit from my mouth
I ask for the bridle off
to find more sharp whipping
soothed by gentle warm hands.
No.
The bridle or nothing is your price.
Hitched to your side
otherwise -
turned out of friendly thorny pastures.
My pride, my skin burns in shame.
I want your hands on me
but flinch from the shadow of threat.
My horns are still mine.
I am still a beast of my own will.
I want not your whip
Only your hands
but
if I have one
the other is not far behind.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
A foolish girl
who asked for
halter and bridle.
Eager to be claimed
Too soon for anyone’s good.
Quickly I found the harness
Entrapping.
Fully the symbol of Taurus,
A temper when provoked.
Found the rough grabbing on of my horns
an irritation.
Shook you off in annoyance
Snorting and backing away.
Chastened by the whip of your ire
Goaded to anger at the continued falling lashes
demanding complete obedience
and placid acceptance
to you.
I am no beast of burden
for your whims
or to carry your insecurities.
Spit the bit from my mouth
I ask for the bridle off
to find more sharp whipping
soothed by gentle warm hands.
No.
The bridle or nothing is your price.
Hitched to your side
otherwise -
turned out of friendly thorny pastures.
My pride, my skin burns in shame.
I want your hands on me
but flinch from the shadow of threat.
My horns are still mine.
I am still a beast of my own will.
I want not your whip
Only your hands
but
if I have one
the other is not far behind.
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