The Gracious Gentleman

Sitting on an open white back,
No saddle in sight,
Sweating nervously,
My hands shaking,
My heart racing,
Butterflies flutter through my insides,
My legs clung tightly to his warm body,
My spurs rolled lightly against his hard sides,
A trot,
I start to post,
Up,
Down,
Up,
Down,
Then a canter,
Flowing easily with each lengthened stride,
I squeezed my spurs for a walk,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I take a deep breath,
Preparing for a dismount,
I gently slide off,
He drops his head to my height,
I turn to him,
A gracious gentleman,
Who gave me the ride of my life.





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