Race Whisperer

Energy gathering at the line, barely contained and electric Pulsing hearts and pounding hooves, any moment now… Catch a velvet whisper And run! Intimate touch of female flesh and solid beast Melding of two spirits born to ride the wind. Lengthening muscles, tightening grip, Focus on the goal lying just ahead, but out of touch… Chained fury emanates from woman and horse, heads forward Together in a fiery dance of racing magic and pure desire… Hold a velvet whisper And fly!