She-Devil

The wind in my hair

Blows the breeze

Into a completely tangly snare

Wrangling and tumbling into

The dry freeze of snarly hair

Air born hair

So grape jelly mahogany

Freeborn

My lox do so curl around the notion of

Devil may care

I dampen the air with a sultry stare

Right through you

I flare the breezes nostrils with my

Non chalant devil may care

C’est la vie attitude

Savior fare on occasion

If you dare

As you exude self loving soliloquies

I daydream I am

On the backside with you

A sinuous godlike mare

His mane engulfs my air

I smell it and I drink his bulky stride

It stings my green eyed glare

You ride and glide spending mare’s pride

As currency

Further up and up

Into the dream we go

He’s carrying me

Sigh

I relax into his sinew

Once again

Devil may care

I glide him into last

And I finally sit

We meditate in a communal solitude

I hesitantly squint

At the mares wide glazing stare

On my Golden skin so fair

Forever noticing this could hurt

Soreness from loves tender touch

We sans forget

Distillate heart particulates

Misting warmth while this

She-Devil may just care

Im Caught in a snare

I don’t mind

She-devil gently prays

Anyway

Suspended in dreamy splendiferous ness

My spirit plans a county fair

The fair whence I will sell my newfound flare

My fanciful ness

Priceless I decide

As I ride this breezy mare

Click clock click clock

Glide

Into the sunset we go

Slow clean strides

This she-Devil may always effing care