Brad I Rode a Horse

by brian warfield

Brad I rode a horse that was crossed
with you over surfaces every

Kind of terrain you never carried me
the horse a horse you never could

Be was brown chestnut breathing
heavily between my legs wild

Horse of fire crossed with you only
a little

Maybe seven percent of you I
rode until you tired and the horse

Sweat you out became only
pure horse I wish I could sweat you