My heart matches the rhythm of his beat,
winds fingers stroke through my hair.
The field is covered in threads of gold,
as we chase after the setting sun.

I have a confession,
this is my natural obsession.

His body is warm,
and he moves with grace.
His powerful muscles pulse against my skin.
I watch as the ground races beneath his hooves.

I have a confession,
this is my natural obsession.

The sweat is like silk along his neck,
as I slide to the ground I hear his strong breath.
Taking his face in my hands,
I kiss the velvet of his nose.

I have a confession,
this is my natural obsession.

Daily Challenge: Natural

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