A Stampede of Mustangs - Love Lasts

A guiltless guile, artsy and lavish
Wild and free. 

Shallowly entombed, emotions enthralled;
Raw depths emboldened by the sweets.
A root skill, galloping credits -
And a must-see victory. 

That soaking bath’s ardor
Smoothly distances,
To shoulder the old beach’s
Sandy relics;

One may now revel
In the joyful flesh
Of an age-defying pussycat,
For copious hours
Without escape.

A shot in the arm
Of pure drama,
And a Faustian deal
Of collegiate repertoires...