Manual WhispersA Poem by Judy PoncebyTitled by Frank James Davis, an inspiring sort of fella :)
She felt his hands stroke her heaving flanks
Sensitive fingers brushing the dampness. She leaned into the hands of this man, Her friend and master for the moment. Then she whinnied loudly and galloped, To strut among the jealous herd.
© 2011 Judy PoncebyAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on August 11, 2011 Last Updated on August 11, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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