Champagne Pools


The mighty Stallion neighs and
impatiently awaits his rider
legs firmly against his frame
this beautiful Spirit her life
she entrusts to gallop into
the sunrise, Speed leaps wildly
as she has dominion over his bridal
with her laughter echoing through
the lifeless canyon.

The snow had melted,
companions now they trail
the mountain pass, stripping out
of her riding gear and the stallion
to frolic with the mare, she sings
“Amazing grace! How sweet the sound…”
wearing her undergarments in
the heart of the wilderness.

The sun had risen, high and hot
the pools of glistening ice cascades
like pools of champagne into one
large body of water, inviting
to invigorate from the heat
stripping bare, she jumps in.

Upon the gorge to the
Bushman caves they trek
a rather bored bunch of campers
who a damper on the scene are
until a head submerged in icy water
they spy, wondering what it is
“It’s a hippo”, they scream excitedly.

The lithe fairy-like vision emerges
from the icy depths with long
black curly tresses her
breasts to obscure, at the
corners pink blushes peak
the cameras start to flush
capturing only a stallion
who stood in front of his Spirit
to protect her Honor.

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Easter in the mountains with Speed.