Home in the saddle

Focusedheart

Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
Leather creaking softly,
the presence in her weight,
soft click of the tongue.
Movement
Forward
Alertness
Steady hands, calves against his sides.
They breath as one and begin to move.
The leather sounds again,
that sweet sound of home
as movement is made.
A head toss before settling.
A rhythm is made.
Steady
Calm
Home
 
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