Brat, second in a series all revolving around one horse. September 10 2018

“ ever so softly “
Ever so softly slow and sweet it began
A reflection, a glimmer of a moment
long lost and still cherished moment
As mere words worked there through
blinds closed to the world her window
left ajar to the crisp country air
by which he found his entry

Deeper and deeper his words
peered further into her soul where
he found the one unlocked door
that would allow him to seduce
this Sunday Schoolmarm

Ever so softly slow and sweet it began
at first, it was the top button
as her temperature began to rise
followed by a simple kiss of words
that led her further and further
along the path of forbidden desire

He entered her dreams quietly
slipping in and out through
taunts and teases as his words
found their way into a storehouse
of forbidden desires as he
explored each one

A midnight stroll along a scented
moonlit path into a glenn filled
with wild flowers and in the beauty
of the moment he opened her soul
to pleasures unbeknownst to
this Sunday Schoolmarm

Ever so softly slow and sweet it began
as she stood before him in her
naked beauty her soul wide open
every desire his to be caressed
from the softness of her lips kissed
in a manner she secretly desired

Touch by the scent taken from her
thoughts as he drank from her
fountain the one never shared

Now she rides her Brat crossing
the lucid boundaries to fill the
pleasures now addicted to the
very words he used to open and
enter the windows of her soul and the
sweet seduction of her heart

Now freely open as his words continue
to open the doors of her innocence
as more and more of his words led
her into his curiosa leaving her drowning
in the lucid erotica of their dreams as
the seduction of the Sunday Schoolmarm
As ever so softly slow and sweet as it is

” a midsummer night “
I tossed and turned week upon week

My soul wandering an endless beach

Staring off into an abysmal reflection
of moonbeams

Dancing across a sea of serenity

Lost to an ocean of tears filled
with loneliness

My heart listening to the wind

Searching for a melody, a tempo,
a familiar sound

Out of silence came the sound of laughter
splashing in the ebbing surf

My mind quieted listening for the sound
of a woman’s laughter

My heart began to sing It knew the words

It was our song and I knew all of the the words
a duet

And always sang with her

She and Brat our hearts as one

Together we rode through
that midsummers night

As we have throughout are tumultuous
seas of time

Together as one

” a good morning kiss “
Awoken from a dream

The unmistakable sound of his whiny

Followed by the pounding of his mighty hoofs

I stepped through the doorway of my dream

There stood the beautiful Tessha

High upon his back a mighty snort from Brat

followed another welcoming whiny

As she smiled at me with such loving eyes

Brat knelt for me to mount

a brief kiss and the three us were off

a midnight run through the Heavens

Riding towards dawn

where we captured the moment

Of the loving embrace of Night and Day

and watched as the sparks flew through the air

coloring the sky in the beauty of their love

We snuggled on our ride back to the doorway

of my dream world and a good morning kiss

” Perchance “
Perchance it was nothing more than
this ole heart wearing out.
Perchance it was nothing more than
a cloudy day and crisp Summer’s night.
Perchance it was nothing more than
two lonely hearts reaching out.
Perchance it was nothing more than
the creaks and moans of this ole house.
Like when the rain won’t come and the
ground begins to settle down.
Like when the rain won’t end and
me pond overflows and grounds swell
and all me doors begin to rub.
Like when the Ole North Wind comes
a whistling cross the glenn and
me ole house shivers in tune.
Perchance it was nothing more than
me coming across an ole poem hidden
away in an old book the house
be smelling of ole memories
the joy of which be flowing
upon me cheeks.
Perchance it was nothing more than
me wishful heart overflowing in
thoughts of yesterdays.
Perchance it was nothing more than
me heart a beating as it has not
in a month of blue moons.
Perchance it was nothing more than
a memory of Brats might hooves
pounding out in rhythm
are hearts beating as one.
Perchance it was nothing more than
the clouds having given way to the
moonlight and there she be as before.
Amount her Brat her hand reaching for
mine as I slid in behind her and
we rode until the Stars gave way
and the Sun’s first kiss of the Moon
on this Summer’s Eve as we witnessed
the Heavens blush once again.
Perchance it was nothing more than
two ole souls whose love found
its way into their dreams 

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