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Ride a Speckled Horse
Half Moon Bay
My little speckled grey
How unwilling you were
But I'd rented you that day
An apaloosa dream- straining
at the rope
He was the first choice
worthy of my hope
But he led you out- that
cautious owner of the 'string'
The one I wanted- being feared as-
too much horse - to tame
No cajoling and no show of force
Could lift your heart to run
Weren't you used- to-
always being, abused by everyone ?
In shame, at that slap of reins
across your neck
I let go - content to feel the
rythm of your walk and
not the rocking of your canter
Turned your jaded head toward
a trail down to the sea
Smelt the salt air with you
and felt the wide expanse
of beach and wind on me
Under the gulls glide
your gait became wide
And like a rocking horse
beside the rolling sea,
you and I glided,
close to eternity
I could have cantered on forever
when you gave your heart to me
And though I'm sure,
that many tried
It's few I know,
have ever felt,
the magic of your stride
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.
She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end.
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing
To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.
I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.
Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.
Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night
You are my queen of the night.