The Ghost of a Stallion

An immense man, naked, not much smaller than the angel. What distracted me was the fact that at the same moment something seemed to be happening to the lizard. At first I thought the operation had failed. So far from dying the creature was still struggling and even growing bigger as it struggled. And as it grew, it changed. Its hinder parts grew rounder. Its tail still flickering became a tale of hair that flickered between huge and glossy buttocks. Suddenly I started back rubbing my eyes. What stood before me was the greatest stallion I had ever seen. Silvery white, but with mane and tail of gold it was smooth and shining,. rippled with swells