The Dark Horse

Why am I so cold tonight.
Why am I shivering in delight.
Why is there delicious pain between my legs
Why am I unable to steadily walk.
Was it because of the dark horse whom I rode few hours back.

So robust was he,
Yet strained himself to keep up.
I guided him higher where none had taken him ever.
He progressed with me in motions.
One region after another
Did I win or he.
Nothing mattered for we realised
we won each other.

Was this dark ebony horse I was waiting for.
Was it the ending of a year or the beginning.
I am still clueless.

But as long as we course together
We don't need any other.