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By B.K. Date: 2001 Nov 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.17.07.21.1259]] |
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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 ©bk2001 |