Put our saddles in storage
side by side,
polish the dust off
our day ride,
by the look in your eyes,
I take it you've fallen
for me hard.
Caught in the stirrup,
from the kiss, we can't
look back,
all written in horsehair
ink, walk away with
braided memories,
free-reigning lust
loped the sagebrush
range.
Rented me for a day, I
threw in the wildhorses
for free.
Women have come and
gone, bought dreams
here with me for the day,
bunked for the night,
cried for a month.
What is it about
women, wildhorses, and
lust?
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
women, wildhorses, and
lust?
Great question, Sage. Makes me think. Makes me wonder about me. Love and peace to you,
Regis
this was a great ride ...
Yee Haw! Love the wildness in this one--untamable; unbroken; free to roam the countryside!!!!!! Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You are back in the saddle again, with a vengeance
It takes a lot to put a good woman down...:)
Keep them doggies rolling, rawhide !
Peter
Eileen
I love this line too:
"...Caught in the stirrup,
from the kiss..." Gorgeous!
Love & Wildhorses Suzie :-D
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D