Fierce as a falcon he flies, racing round the meadow. All untamed fury, wild beauty and defiance. He rears, snorts and screams a challenge to the heavens. Then he's off again strutting and displaying his masculine arrogance and pride. He prances and dances, tail and head held high. But at the sound of my voice he stills. At the touch of my hand he gentles. He bows his black head, he nibbles with velvet soft lips on the bare skin of my arm. I mount, knees and thighs pressing into his warm hide. He prances again and trembles. This time with eagerness. I shift my weight and we move forward slowly as first but with quickly increasing speed. He is aware of and exquisitely responsive to my every whim and mood. He lives for this and this alone. For those moments we spend together moving in unison. Together we ride almost as one. One heart, one mind, one joy. The joy of flight that never leaves the ground, but lets our spirit take wing... Credits: BillyT for the Angel dress.