Unbridled Passion

It’s quiet today out here at what some call a shack. It’s home when I’m not in town. But sometimes I get lonely, there’s a special someone I wish was here with me.

Is that? Could it be? Yes! I’d know those hoofbeats and that nicker anywhere. Here he comes! Wait a second I didn’t invite him. You’d think he owned this place the way he’s moving in. I really don’t mind, but hell if he’s ever going to know that.

Look at him, I mean just look at him! That hard body, long hair, a real mane if you ask me, those....Sigh! Hell, he’s hung like a... there goes the saddle! Hmmm! I like to see him move as he heads to the corral. Poetry in motion, that’s him.

Now that the bridle is off he’s free to come to me. I nuzzle him, nipping his neck. That proud neck arches giving me freedom to do it again. His mane tickles my nose.

I pull away and hear those sounds from the shack...moaning, groaning, panting. Aww Hell! Our humans are fucking like rabbits again and us... we’re geldings!

Can a horse cry? Come on pard, let’s see if we can find some good grazing. So much for Unbridled Passion. Snort!