horsing around

my valentine

and i ride

our ponies,

bareback

through

the night.

their long

silver manes

get tangled,

as we gallop

into the wind.

the stars

will be

the voyeurs

of our

nocturnal delights.

the moon

will lead

my lips

to my

valentine’s lips,

and my

tongue

to my

valentine’s

tongue.

we have

rode our

ponies beyond

a valentine

of love.

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