My Young Stallion

He walks in beauty like the night
Smooth, soft flesh, firm and hard where it should be.
He walks with the energy of a very young colt unbridled and
        unbroken.
His eyes afire with the flames of dreams to come and paths
        to saunter.
He walks in beauty like the night
Passion racing through his veins in unmetered splendor
Lusting to taste it all
Knowing that one day it will all be his
He walks in beauty like the night
In shameless arrogance which is rightfully his.
Proud, handsome, strong, intelligent
The world and everyone in it at his feet.
You walk in beauty like the night.