By B.K.
Date: 2001 Nov 17
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Bareback Dreams

Your fingertips
Tracing my spine
The chemical equation
Magic, mystical
Riding a white horse
Bareback through a forest
Of trees almost bumping
Our heads on a low branch
We laugh through it all
The merriment rising
A sunny glen
Brings it back into focus
Rolling over pulling you
Over me like a blanket
Whispering my desire
A wicked smile parts your lips
You say you love it
When I want to play horse
Laughing again, I whinny
Giddy-Up Trigger