LANGUISHING FOR HER DAZZLING LOVE

Across the valley the duteous mare ran,
Possessed by the sweet melodies of the humming,
Beyond the valley stands a bungalow,
That conceals a precious gift from the sun,
At the war field I did stand,
Popping their heads to better her life,
Beside the fig tree stands the white bungalow,
Tapped her mane to incite her faster,
It had been months since we separated,
My heart languish for her dazzling love,
Onto my arms with a joy she fell,
Angelic smooch was her warm welcome,
Was fascinated by he stunning beauty,
With much pine I fondled her erotic body,
At the bath I peeked at her bosomy breasts,
They have popped out as if in rage,
With a snog I embraced her with fondness,
And my heart skipped with a merriment.