The Attic Find

The Attic Find

T'was in the attic of the old barn we happened to find,
While searching for heirlooms and antiques of the finest kind

An ole wooden sleigh
Its surface blistered, rusted, tarnished and gray

My girlfriend scans over it all full of intrigue
For a love of horses is her hearts greatest glee

A look of content comes to our faces
For in the family album is a picture of all those races

Two great horses, Hero and Jigger
Of the two Hero is the bigger

For my family is not so politically correct
Choosing names that fit the effect

Rather then elegant names
Of thoroughbreds that are pompous and so lame

With a look in her eye, she sets about the work
Having not idle hands she cannot lurk

For my lady wants to bring life again
To the wooden sleigh of yesterday

I do not mind, for she is my true love
After useless years of courting other doves

A lifetime it seems I rebuild the leather
And repair wood that has seen some terrible weather

Lashing horses to whiffle tree we set on our way
Our two ponies dragging the carriage over green fields in May

Warm breeze off the water does God provide
Topping the ridge that the county it divides

Her hand in mind, her body snuggled close
Its her ever presence that I cherish most

The smell of horses, grass and sky
Nothing can top love upon on high

No certainly nothing can top this
My lover, my Christina, for she is my bliss

Until we stop at the stream over there
For there is a carnal need to undress and be bare

With hardly a qualm from me
We both undress, the ponies secured and tied to a tree

I am embarrassed completely
Because I can not match the simple beauty of thee

She stands their poised, smiling and so pretty
Barefoot, breechless and giggling, almost giddy

I undress, like a man, too fast it seems
Visions of her love now more then dreams

All afternoon we copulate upon the grass
A spank here and there upon her ass

Never a word of discontent does she grumble
For her first husband has made her too humble

Now with spirit lifted
She realizes she is the one who is truly gifted

So she rises from the pills
And lets her juices spill

For the man that she will forever adore
A romantic man that she thought was just lore

I love you she says ever so soft
While my kisses trail down her neck ever so hot

Passion welling up, there is no more need for words
As off in the distance a moo emits from the herd

Instead a kiss descends lower and lower
Until it hits her navel, her core

Maybe a boy, maybe a girl
Certainly semen and an egg will become unfurled

Will we be parents together I can't help but speculate
What a wondrous, wondrous, wondrous fate

As my shaft withdraws from supine Christina
I know my love for her can only get keener