Comments about kiley castille
Whoa...Horse, please wait for me...
your eyes big and brown, focust...
ears small turning tuning between mane
on my face lands your breath
Sweat running from an arched neck
down unto your chest
my hands stroking from shoulder, to moving flank
wisking away the warm sweat
Lower your neck, hand me a tuff of mane...
than I can swing a leg, over your back
take us somewhere beyond the horizon,
maybe 'CyberTrek'. -by Marian Noe