She saw the anticipation in his eyes
as she led gray horse from the stable.
No reins or saddle today she thought,
and stepped from the fence
to straddle his bare back.

Her hands wrapped in his silky mane,
her thighs pressed against him,
they rode smoothly through trees,
enjoying the earthy smell of the forest floor.

They climbed toward the mountain meadow,
while she matched the stallion's rythm,  
moving with him, feeling his strength,
tightening her grip as his stride lengthened.
Almost there she thought, just a little farther.

Suddenly they were over the ridge,
and galloping into the pungent meadow
filled with the blossoms of wild flowers,  
and the lush green grass of summer,
and into an explosion of scents and sunlight.