Poems to a horse

You think I shouldn't love you,
But what's the sense in that,
When every moment with you is a stolen glimpse,
of all the moments I'll never have.

Your smile is the constant scratch on my back,
that lingers upon my every second of skin,
Eyes that pierce my spirit and envelop me,
in warmth, mostly darkness.

Lips, your lips are filled with a rich thick pulp,
that I savour at every moment,
They devour my heart, my mind, that I yearn to die in their endeavours,
My lungs are filled, thrilled with your musky scent.

They pervade the very synapses of my thoughts,
Each breath carries me to a high always sought,
Let me stay in my fantasy, deliver me,
Smelling you is my dangerous addiction.

I am the worse kind of addict there can be,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Tell me that you need me, that you want me,
That you'll quiet and calm all my fears.

Every second with you is a dream, every kiss my ultimate fantasy,
I am in a lovers' true paradise,
Don';t wake me up please,
Still the result is my crying in remorse,
Cause I am almost sure I'm reading my poem to a horse.