On a cold steamy morning,
With your velvet touch
You muzzle my neck.
And I share your breath
As you welcome me back.
Whilst the coppery gleam
Of your shimmering skin
Ripples under my hand,
I lean against your strength
Feeling warm and content.
Your gentle eyes
Reflect the rays
Of the Winter sun
On the golden haze.
I weave my hand,
Through your shiny mane,
And my sigh is steep,
As you whinny deep.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
On a cold steamy morning,
With your velvet touch
You muzzle my neck.
And I share your breath
As you welcome me back.
Whilst the coppery gleam
Of your shimmering skin
Ripples under my hand,
I lean against your strength
Feeling warm and content.
Your gentle eyes
Reflect the rays
Of the Winter sun
On the golden haze.
I weave my hand,
Through your shiny mane,
And my sigh is steep,
As you whinny deep.
FOR AMSTEL – R47, a young bay horse I used to ride in my youth at the Military stables in Voorterekkerhoogte.
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