Remember me

But you don't need a bridle, nor a saddle.

You are grabbing her by the mane, and then by the neck,

In her ear you whispered about love.

The horse kicked, reared up, screamed,

But you are calm, a smile on your face, you are on a horse,

She in the arms strong enough and the strength is running out to resist these words.

These strong hands…

A sense of security and confidence in these hands and her fate.

Everything was quiet, except for the hearts and breathing.

Now you got down and came up to consolidate the victory by looking into her eyes,

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