She fills his slumber with visions of her beauty and magic. She charms him in a voice calming to his soul. He rides night and day searching town to town for her. Across the prairie, the desert, and through the deepest forest. She beckons to him in brief slumber. Seducing his waking moments. Possessed and filled with one desire, to know her embrace. He rides on calling out to his dark lady.
(reworked from a previous post)
Wanting
Ron Lanham Writing 