round and round we go

to the rhythm of a calliope

proud resin stallions

chomping at the bit

we rise and fall

we writhe and stall

as the world spins around us

darling, are we marching to war

or to bed?

halt – lower your sword

let my hips dismiss

and disarm you


be the flower wreath

on my trusty steed

be the last battle cry

keep your eyes on my prize

galloping in sensual circles

we ride to infinity

we hide our intentions

we disguise the inevitable

lets do it again

over and over and over

— a.duncan 2016

Posted by

Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s