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Mmm.. Humm… And Let The Horses Run (I of III)

Dance unto my heart with such sweet tender words
Take my mind, my body, covet the wandering spirit of my soul,  
The galloping of your hooves in the distance of time I strongly prefer
Over the rainbow and through the woods, always heard
Soar my Chi higher than the calling of the Sunrise's tweeting birds
 
Entwined lovers as hearts float through Heaven’s pearly gates
Let thy will of us blend, ordained by destiny’s fate
No gravity of time ever eradicates the balance of love’s equate
Destiny of wicks, when, infused, the Moth becomes the fire and the in the allure, eternal flames
Unstoppable and cannot be maintained or contained
The whole needs the half to remember its own name
Feet may run, ancient hooves cannot hide
The ancient rite by blood, suffer not from Heaven, Earth, to the hurricane of sea tides  
Whispers felt softly carried away on sacred winds
Caress me delicately as the feel of wool and lace, uniting our divine Charkas once they come, then mend
 
Naked hearts speak clothed tongues
Kisses up and down my spine
Inscribed the poetry of your ink stains on my skin as we becomeas  one
 
The silhouette of my soul, I breathlessly bestow
The wondrous found within this time, my presence has reaped to sow
Love as the sands of time spill forth its beautiful flow
 
My cup runneth over, spill of you I shall not
Taste of me, worship my unspoken tender spots
In the cloak of night, desires sought,  
Drips of ecstasy mm..  you know once caught
 
Hold me, tighter, uplift my heart, and let me fall into a weaken state of abyss
Serenade me as a caress felt across the vast galaxy as two souls drift
Defenseless in its wake as my body comes alive
A ribbon floating without guidance in the majestic skies
 
Grasp onto an end and allow the ties to bind
Within destiny’s sweetest submission, by kismet karma’s designs
No end, or start, blind faith only found in the comforts of dark
Claim me quietly upon the veil of the moon, where passion softly larks
Brush stroke my naked scroll to create a masterpiece work of art
 
Virginal passion I have, until you I give
Soft cries of surrendering, echoes kissed by the wind, the essence of a heartbeat to live
Pain and passion, such beautiful duality
Feeling the emotions, the hunger, the innocence embedded in its morality
 
The softness of this song the heart has sung, soaked in passion, echoes of such beautiful chimes
Kissed upon your virility, drunken me as intoxicating wine
No Sun, too hot, no Moon, too dark, the land we stand upon is ordained my God’s design  
We are the sky
A new frontier allows our hooves to be our guide
Giddy up...  mmm.. so much better when you’re pleasing the chasm of my lover’s cup
You handsome Hebrew, Rustler a muscular present when the gift of you completing me is ready and pointing North  
I love when its throbbing and up
A Cowboy, a wished joy to employ
 
Sacred whispers moaned against your skin, shrouds of rapture, making you mine  
Throughout the beginning of time
My spine curved,  legs spread, our time, no worries, no cares
Your tongue’s hieroglyphics upon my sacred temple, yes, my love touch me right there
Make love to the wisp of my Air
Oh, sweet mercy, closing my eyes...
Loving the sensations he instills deep inside me when blending our Chi’s
Harkened in its feverish touch, a feeling only captured when he takes my mind beyond midnight nigh
Love harmonizing in ecstasy
The gift of me, mm... baby unravel me and do as you please
 
Yes, my love ease your consecrated desires, and tenderly twist inside my silken lock
Hold me, as passions crest... tighter as our destinies blends
Within my honeypot… on baby deeper, please don’t stop
This is the beginning of our New Frontier Equinox
  
 
And let the horses run...
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
I will not open for comments... due in part this poetic series will be heading to Kindle.
Nat “Deadwood Dick” Love ensured his legacy as one of the most famous black cowboys by writing his own autobiography.  The trail boss told Nat he could have the job if he could ride a horse called “Good Eye.” Of course, “Good Eye” had never been broken before. But Nat hung on for “the toughest ride I ever had” and joined the crew for $30 a month. Nat learned the business quickly and was soon promoted to chief brand reader and battle buyer. In this role he traveled to Mexico and learned fluent Spanish. He also spent hours practicing with his .45, until he became a crack shot. Nat later joined the Gallagher ranch in Arizona, where he fought rustlers and hostile Native Americans.
cited 04-26-24-SKC).
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