Sep 2011
She felt his hands stroke her heaving flanks
Sensitive fingers brushing the dampness.
She leaned into the hands of this man,
Her friend and master for the moment.
Then she whinnied loudly and galloped,
To strut among the jealous herd.
Sensitive fingers brushing the dampness.
She leaned into the hands of this man,
Her friend and master for the moment.
Then she whinnied loudly and galloped,
To strut among the jealous herd.
Titled by Frank James Davis, an inspiring sort of fella :) Despite Frank's opinion, this is becoming a grand collaboration.
