Riding Poem by angel lockheart

As I slide into the saddle
The cool leather hugs my thighs,
The reins find their welcome place in my hand,
And my horse throws his head
Knowing that soon
We’ll be riding.

A few seconds later we take off
First at a trot,
Than a canter,
Until soon,
We’re flying over the fields
And the wind is whipping past so hard
It whistles in my ear
And lashes my hair about
Making it get tangled
But also leaving me not caring.

The colors start to blur
‘Till they look like a water color picture
That hasn’t yet dried,
But was turned upside down
And all the colors are rushing together.

I get closer to the horse
Until I can no longer feel it moving under me,
But I am moving as it.

Pleasure starts running through me
Until I can’t stop it from escaping
And I throw back my head and laugh
And the sound echoes all around us
Coming back to me
And washing me in such great contentment
That I self combust into my magnifacent moray or rainbows.