A centaur galloping
after a laughing nymph,
evading, evading,
that lust on hooves
that only sees flashing
flesh, only thinks
of mounting her,
yet she slips gracefully
away from reaching fists.
and runs again, tiring
him down, a huntress.
16.08.2024
Poem Poems Poetry Verse
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