White Horse Prince

He rides on a white horse as the wind whistles through the mountain side
My heart beats to the snow driven winter without him
As he is the snow prince I have longed for his gentle kiss
His spirit is gallant and his sword is powerful and victorious
As I lay down across this brass bed naked I am aching
My body aches for his touch, his whisper in my ear, his hands on my thighs
Let the white of snow blow near with his rugged face and his piercing eyes
To see the white horse arrive at my gate in the midnight blue of the horizon
My soul can know no other for I hunger for the taste of his erotic pleasure 
Come to me I beg of thee as I carry our baby boy
Our son to be born at Christmas