The Sweet Sweet Love to Race

The sweet sweet wind that blows against my face
The sweet sweet smell of the meadow grass
The sweet sweet adrenaline that comes before the race

My heels against your flanks
My thighs easily keeping me in the saddle
My hands tight on the reins

The sweet sweet wind that whips across my face
The sweet sweet smell of the meadow grass
The sweet sweet adrenaline that pumps erratically through the race

Your speed carrying us through the field
Your mane being tossed in the breeze
Your pounding hooves matching the beat of my heart

The sweet sweet wind that blows against my face
The sweet sweet smell of the meadow grass
The sweet sweet adrenaline that still swims after the race

My legs shake as do yours
Our breath is ragged
Our sweat is damp
My smile is not mistaken

Our love is forevermore