Like a waltz, gallop, and a dream
How would it feel,
To walk,
In her lovely cowboy boots
Would you be able,
To cha cha and salsa,
Like a dream and sweet butterfly
Would you feel,
Her Curvaceous inner beauty,
And voluptuous rhythms,
Of her love
Would you feel,
Love for mallards,
Upon common and eclectic lakes
And gallop,
Like bright, wild horses,
Upon the carefree shores,
