Its More Than This


You're a mare that leaves scent caught on a stallions lips,

With cascading har that sways as you move your hips,

I first could hear when your call filled the air,

In the wilderness my eyes set on the one none could compare ---



I'm compelled to touch your hillside slopes,

And ride thru secret canyons over some far off hill ---

I stroke your mane as I say things only you are to hear,

Whispering your name as you hold me with your hips---



Your legs pumping over the terrain in rhthyms,

With music, floating, as one we are breathing,

The air is crisp, thick with sweat,

And I'll bathe you as this moment were forever------