Horses

They weave a strong delight: all nostrils flared shaking head, arched in proud display. Wide eyes of knowledge veiled and terror spilled. Their scent: exhilarating mix of wild demure and spirit undaunted. All clouded breath in Winter's electric morning mist short run of energy spent and bond between horse and rider someplace deeply sealed in love's fragile cement. Vibrating, muscles taunt: such gentle power between the thighs!! Reins of control released as fingers lay enmeshed in flowing mane and all submission given freely under whisper's touch. Beautiful giants so capable of crushing our existence back to dust but instead: share the moment of an Equinox Moon across still water, reflecting the shadow of two silhouettes merged.

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