Showing posts with label paleface. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paleface. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2015

Comanche Cowboy Lover

The white foam peaked and danced, as the rampant

river barreled through the pass,

She rode her black stallion Diamond, by the water’s

edge, to meet her comanche cowboy---she was his sweet lass.

Stealthfully, she rode in the twilight, as the scary

shadows leaped and fell across her face,

Her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation of who was

waiting at their secret place.

She had known him all her life; as he owned the ranch 
next to her Dad,

But their situation was appallingly sad,


Because he was a Comanche, and she was a paleface,

And their old fashion parents did not believe in mixing
their race.

But love knew no color, race, religion or creed,

Why were people so out of touch, they knew nothing of their need.

She smelled the smoke from the campfire, before she saw the light,

And then she was there in their place, and it felt so truly right.

His dark eyes never leaving her face, as he walked toward her horse,

His strong hands surrounded her tiny waist and lifted her slowly, and
stood her before him---very gently of course.

His black eyes sparkled in the moonlight, as it streamed upon them
standing in their secret place,

His strong muscular arms gently pulled her near, and his strong fingers
untied her hat’s lace.

Her long blonde hair fell in curls down her back, past her waist, then his
fingers lovingly combed through her silky hair,

Her need was growing stronger, as her eyes made love to his face, without
a care.

Her thirsty lips wanted the sweet nectar from his passionate kiss,

hurry she thought—it is your duty,

But yet he lingered, as his eyes dined on her beauty.

Skillfully, his hands softly held her hot face, as he slowly lowered

his craving mouth to seize her swollen quivering lips---- to make

them part,

She almost fainted as their passionate kiss climbed the summit

of her heart,

Their love soared into orbit, up through the stars that glimmered

over his ancestors, and all the great Comanche Chiefs,

Their stolen moments together were all they could steal,

it wasn’t fair, the hurt was unreal, and they felt so much grief.

But their love could go no further, until they were wed,

He would not shame her name, he had rather be dead.

Her tears flowed--- making inroads down her warm cheeks,

--- as her eyes begged him not to make her leave,

He turned his back on her, after he put her on Diamond’s back,

because his eyes glistened in the shadows, and she should go,

so he could grieve.

Eons later, two half white and half Comanche children were walking

through their parent's ranch and found a tree,

Where someone had carved the words—Comanche Love Never Dies—

it lives within me.

They looked at each other and smiled, because they knew their

Papa wrote this for their Mother,

Because he always said there would be no other.

His Comanche Love was still strong and alive for his paleface wife,

They had proof of this as they added children to their life.

Love knows no color, no race, no country, no time and space,

He still felt his 80 year old heart race, when he saw her sweet face.

Her blond hair shimmered with streaks of white,

As the moonlight dance and flickered through their trees at night.

Upon their horses they still rode, slowly now without a prance,

Their grandchildren slowly following behind on horses that wanted

to dance.

His black hair was mostly white,

But she still came to him every night.

Her hand she placed lovely on his face,

This was their time and their place.

When from this earth they would one day depart,

This Comanche Lover and his Paleface wife would

never be apart.

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