Fluttering Hearts

Riding high
riding strong
wind in his hair
backing shadows we belong

Look on in approvement
look on in belief
knowing he was in her eyeline
nature so fine

Casting a curtain
of flowing fluffyness
breeze eases the squeeze
of capturing images
in a heat of degrees

Fast are the breaths
fast are the jolts
reigning him in
powerful pulling along the way

High is the excitement
high is the fun
somethings are just
suppose to be let run