Had always wondered

why there was never any complaints

in hot sweaty foam its was tightest clinches

racing heartbeats, sweet surrender and flushed smiles

shared joys in warming embraces and touching afterglow

in real affinity we had climbed, floated past fire and reached clouds

Many had never been there, never soared and feel it like they do now

I can see why the snow-drips will haul icy barbs and pale resentments

thorough-bred stallion beyond compare powered by that Arab moor

Nothing beats the best each and every time

Never, ever a single complaint just joy

any wonder you make the lessers

sick with envy and complex hate