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
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