Ode to a Cowboy
He rides her gently, steadily through the night,
ascending peaks and pausing
to inhale the fresh, clean scent on Nature.
Their bodies have become as one,
moving with perfect coordination across the
gently rolling plateau.
He asks for nothing but willing cooperation
as they make their way through the night.
He tightens his thighs as they ascend another rise,
then gently leads her through the inevitable descent.
Her breath is white in the night's stillness.
He pauses to admire her strong, sure body.
Exhiliarated by his touch she responds again
as they make their way through Pleasure's Maze.
The moon falters, signalling the night's end. One last steady run before they bring it to a close.
Returning to the starting point, the time has come to put her aside. She waits like a docile animal unable to express her desire.
She trembles recalling the freedom of this night then turns to the ever-present demands of life.
© Patricia Shriver
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