The Centaur of Kensington (Saltlick Edit|Explicit)

He clopped in slow with a rider's grace

Leather reins and a marble face

Silver bit, with a cock like war

I screamed"Holy shit!"

He neighed for more

He said,"I'm no man

I'm myth and muscle"

Fucked me dumb in the Duchess's bustle

Hooves on tile, hips divine

He split my soul like vintage wine

Oh, the Centaur of Kensington

He rides 'til the pearls come undone

He don't pay rent, he fucks for fun

He's half a horse and wholly hung

In the parlour, next to the heirloom väse

He licked me clean like a goddamn graze

Saddle squeaks, the china breaks

He stuffed me full like duchess cakes

He gallops in my dreams at night

With a bridle of shame and a whip of delight

He whispered lore between my knees

While quoting Ovid and pinchin' my titties

(Fuckin' pinched 'em like salt)

Oh, the Centaur of Kensington

He mounts with a Regency pun

His tail curls when the deed is done

A neigh, a thrust, and then I come

Yeah, he ravished me raw

Like a jazzed-up beast

Centaur heat, no reins, no leash

Tongue like a map, drew lines on my skin

Forked and filthy, let the scandal begin

Cartographer vibes, grudge in his lick

Whipped up my thighs like a coup real quick

Hands like tools — re-shoe, redo

Could finger a duchess while buttering you

Brutal finesse with a silk-lined crime

Fucked like he owed me a war and time

On the marble, by the philodendrons

Made me moan in minor dimensions

Came once, came twice, came blind

Lost my name and my goddamn mind

He smelled like saddle soap and blasphemy

And I rode that beast like he worked for me

Yo, some cunts beg, I summon the sin

Hooves in my heart, and he galloped in

Clip-clop, baby, clip-clop slow

Through gardens where the lilies grow

He left me ruined on a chaise longue

With hoof prints deep in my soul

Mascara smudged and silk torn...

He fucked me so hard, I've been reborn

Yeah, I'm a slut, but I'm having fun

(A neigh and a thrust and then) I come

(A neigh and a thrust and then) I come

Uhhhh ahhh, I come!

Can you hear me, Kensington?!

Trottin' in slow

Mane slicked with sin (uhhhh)

Tail flickin' sass

Glint in the eye

Cleft on his chin (uhhhh)

His thighs? (Fuckin' biblical)

His snort? (Deranged)

Got me moanin' Greek myths

With my legs re-arranged (uhhhh)

Said he brought thunder

And baby, he struck

Tied me up with a cravat

Bespoke, then we fucked

Tongue like a lasso, wild and grim

Mapped my soul from within

Yeah baby, I let him

Stud reshaped my spine

Like a question mark

But he galloped off mid-verse like Joan of Arc

Half-horse, full hung, doctorate in thighs

That centaur fucked me so hard

I'm still coming (No lies)