I ride the south mountains
wolf dog, Red wind and me
call of my Great Grandmothers
Catawba and Cherokee.
House closing in pushing me forward
the horse barn smells sweet as perfume
Country girl through and through
sweet southern drawl like molasses
strap on my boot knife
three eighty colt goes with me.
Steal away in the night
like a princess safe in her kingdom
six miles up the side by the rocky stream
we make our camp our peace
Comb out my hair let it fall
fire light rushing water
lay back saddle for my pillow thinking
so hot.. remembering last summer
I had taken my shirt off to blind fold a two year old
and pictures had ended up in every barn around here
A sports bra you would have thought I was naked
I want the water so bad it always wins.
tugging off my boots standing up to strip for the trees,
laughing just a little at myself, missing the warm strong hands of my man
wiggling slowly out of tight riding jeans,
touching my breasts nipples tight and aching fighting back desire,
laughter and tears have me wondering .
Lying on the rocks cold water enveloping me,
restless nothing is right tears fall mingle with water.
missing part of me the man of times past.
Wolf has one mate for life she runs with him ..
my body betrays me.
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