Assisting A find

Adoring what?

A question for whom?

No calls, never answer,

a voice not heard.

You will miss, not.

A heart beat: No sound.

A rhythm not felt.

Walking into a set-up?

Forward facing recommended.

Life, Death, Existence?

Which one frowns upon a self-made being?

Reading Mans words fills the voids.

Writing ones thoughts, is it a sin?

Dependent upon the stimuli?

Everyday a vixen.

Abhor?

No better... No worse.

The ready pace,

neck in neck,

down to the wire we go.

It's by a nose.

A winner?

I loose.... once again

I do not fraught at such a task,

better lucky than good any day!

To not win.

I ponder nothing in this turn,

a rival is gained.

A site upon what could change.

Look upon my Sunrise, not my Sunset.

You are a Founding Sire.

A friend found, a target sought,

no loss in a photo finish.

I gain the sight of so much more

by proposing a HALT, not charge.

An Equine term to salivate

for a clever is a bit.

My poll is soft, I foam.

Could the stance of a rider be such?

To mount a horse astride myself,

not for the faint of heart.

For that is not a Lady's call;
Side Saddle is what I do recall.

Sexual thought bounds this tact,

the bending of the novel approach.

I dare not!

Please, re-coach!!

The stars I see in wonder-dust

 I plea to the dream of never.

I enter the room: Ride me.

Kindly I listen to hear.

I Implore for more?
A term to serve,
a prospective job to look forward too.
I yearn for tomorrow and yet I am still in this day.