Soft As Silk

Soft as Silk

  I put my small boot into the large metal stirrup. I was so nervous, to be this high off of the ground. I lifted my leg over the horse’s wide back, and it finally found itself in the other stirrup. The horses back was strong, and muscular, I could still feel it through the western saddle. The horse’s hindquarters were large and muscular as the back. The point of his hip dug into my knee, as I stay halted.  I felt so safe and comforted in the safety of the closed in western saddle. The horn in between my legs made me feel safe. I then put my hands in front of me to reach for the reins. I then leaned forward and felt the awkwardness from the horn sticking into my gut. But I didn’t care; I then laid my head on the horse’s long slender neck.  His crest was so neatly laid out on his withers. I could feel the warmth of his skin.  As my arms widened around the horse’s entire neck, I could feel his strong muscular chest. The horn was now digging into my stomach and was starting to hurt, so I decided to sit up. I felt the reins in my warm, soft hands. The reins were rough, and cold, they did not feel very good in my hands.
It was a hot day; my horse was sweating underneath me. His pace was perfect. His steps were soft and quick like an Arabians. I felt as though it was only the two of us in the coral. We were presenting not for judges, not for the instructor, nor for the parents, but for ourselves. As we trotted in a perfect circle the point of his hip would dig into my knee. After only minutes of walking around the circle coral, I Had put my horse to a stop, and dismounted. I took a step back to look at the over-tired horse to see and beautiful chestnut animal standing patiently. His dark brown mane gleaming in the sun, and his long, and muscular legs like the rest of his body, His two stockings on his back legs looked perfect with his one small sock on his front leg, were just too beautiful to resist.  The two front hooves were pure chestnut, but his back hooves were as though a dull brown. His Pastern was thin, but could surprisingly hold his entire weight, and of course mine. 
I slowly walked up to his side. His body was soft, and damp from the sweat. I brought my hand along his long body, and had reached his cheekbone, and than his forelock. I reached out for his long floppy ears, they were soft and long, I cupped my hand around them, and I could feel the warmth coming off of his body.  His beautiful Brown eyes gleamed like crystals.  His large white blaze down his forehead was rough and felt tattered. I moved my hand down his face and found my hand cupped underneath his mouth. I than had wished I had brought a treat for him.  His two large floppy lips clasped my hand. His long sticky tongue had went in-between my fingers.  I then raised my hand up to the bridge of his nose.  His nostrils were calm, tame, and perfectly set into the rest of his body, the skin around the nostrils were so soft, like velvet. That is when I found my hand on his muzzle. It was soft as silk.  The petite hairs in it were bristly, but amazing to feel.  I could not take my hand away from that spot. Until I realized that my hour lesson had quickly come to an end. The thought of having to wait another week to touch this majestic creature kills me inside.  I would give the world to be with you everyday.

r.i.p Jet Runner (Jetty)...<3