Mare
Tresses can caress,
Hers did,
While I lifted her lids,
Her wide eyes lit,
Like happy torches,
Her body pores ached,
For a little more,
She was energy,
And could go on,
For as long as one wished,
She was now here,
And now there,
She was the best I ever had,
Of well bred mares.
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