The Buffalo Horse

A lovely lady all in white,
Is on the dancehall floor.
I see her visage just as soon,
As I walk through the door.

A lovely sight as hair of brown,
Spills from her cowboy hat.
She flits around out on the floor,
She's nimble as a cat.

Her pretty feet in high heeled boots,
Have their own mind it seems.
The only moves I've seen like that,
Were always in my dreams.

Her western clothes of pure snow white,
makes me have feelings deep.
I know when I go home tonight,
I'll see her in my sleep.

So, why not, says myself to me,
Save all a lot of time.
And ask her to come home with me,
And always to be mine.

If I could have, and I could hold,
My heart would fill with pride.
I wish I had the lady white,
To be my blushing bride.

An old fantasy from 15 years ago. She was a real lady, but I never even learned her name. Enjoy it if you will, burn it if you won't.
X-ray vision Tesla. Got a case of polyphase with you?