#horseback
If he was with the Queen,
he would be her majestic Cleveland Bay.
But he was with me and
just as regal.
Knowing where to go,
speeding through the meadows in a flow,
judging when to stop with a whoa,
appearing to satisfy my ego,
jumping around the ponds and puddles to forego,
there was no turning or needing to go slow.
I didn’t have to tell him,
he didn’t have to ask me,
I wasn’t heavy for him,
He had a lightness around him.
He wandered,
pondered and
shouldered.
He just did.
Riding for a lifetime,
bonding for a good time,
just know it’s not summertime,
Cos my whitehorse
will be here in no time.
Come, run with me!
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
Him:
Do you want to share my ice cream
play footsie?
Inch by inch
I’ll climb up
You eat
Her:
I want to go horseback riding
By candlelight
With a bottle of wine
squeezing with my thighs
I want a stallion
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC