The chase over, the lithe nymph
moaning mounted by the centaur,
under his thundering hooves her
salt-and-pepper curls pressed
against the ground as he takes
her with furious thrusts. She ran
fast and hard and long and now
she hugs the ground, her fingers
digging deep in the soil and her
gathered sisters gaze and giggle
as she mates with the beast.
01.10.2024
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