She came winding down with olive tresses
so leathery in feel and so woodsy in smell;
"She must use conditioner" my horse so cleverly neighed
lifting his head to the vanilla-bean clouds,

"I must use it."

Her body was hidden in an orange chiffon
adorned with subtle veins of black near the top;
She has such astounding taste" my horse declared,
letting saliva fall from his mouth and onto the hay,

"I must buy it."

Upon stealing a kiss on her blushing cheek,
my horse gasped at his beloved's purity and candied skin.
"She must taste delightful" my horse blatantly laughed,
as he narrowed his eyes and unfastened his lips,

"I must eat it."