Her Beautiful Stallion

He covers her with his body
She is his to devour and conquer
He rears his head up and groans
He enters her, waiting to explode; each stroke ever so melancholy.

He is hers, her beautiful man
They lay together, playful at first
Finally,  sleep invades their senses
Her back is to him, her hip is covered with his hand.

She dreams of her beautiful stallion
Of the man behind her, running
He stirs as he holds her, as her skin warms
From the passion of their lovemaking; he carries himself well, each breath moving the great medallion.

She loves this man, her friend and lover
He is strong and stubborn,  full of pride
He has taught her the value of her worth
Each step she takes, his wisdom he uncovers.

He turns her with his body
They both know that he will not rest
He enters her hard and fast
Rearing his head up, eyes ablaze with passion; screaming his song of melancholy.