FRENZY OF EXULTATIONS

So, you up for some barebacked riding?    
   
Yes, you are a dark horse, free spiritedly wild, friends may call you dangerous but to me, danger excites.    
   
Take me with you, my stallion, I desire, as far and fast as you can go, till all awareness of where we are and where we came from is lost.    
   
No restraint, no whip, no clothes, my long red hair enticingly untied.    
   
How your head and the sound of your breath rises, your eyes light up and stare, and your tongue hangs out.    
   
I want to be found in abandon, embracing your muscular neck, my shoulders resting onto yours, spread over your body, my legs hanging down astride you, my red mane all over the place and mingling with the strands of your jet black locks, my eyes closed in a trance following the moment of greatest danger to my reputation and the greatest ecstasy.    
   
The rise and fall of our breaths being the sound we settle down to after your satisfied neighing.    
   
This is how I would have the passion of our love portrayed.