Lure of The Kelpies
written by: LCF-M
Sturgeon moon is braw,
bright and enlightens;
illuminating the banks of
Loch Lomond.
And there she stands;
her silver mane slinking,
silver threads skim
an exposed neck.
Curves, exposed skin; enticing,
drawing in the wanting.
Stroking the stud,
engulfed with passion.
Come ride?
Hooves and feet kissed
by the devout water.
Submitting to desire,
they enter, shape shifting.
Come ride with us?
Stretching out,
hunger encasing both.
Staring into soulless eyes,
into the abyss.
Greedily they indulge,
drunk from the lure.
Come ride?
In the inky pool,
a baptism of new.
Devour your passions,
wants, salaciousness.
Your life, for ours.
Everyone should have three careers in life; one for fun, one serious and the one that you were meant to do, the one that feeds your soul. I am lucky that my fun and serious careers have given me the gift of a lifetime's worth of enriched material for the pleasure of writing. So here I am in rural Portugal, living my best life with my beautiful Husband and my bouncy, brindle boxer Bert.
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