The horses’ powerful legs dig into the
soft sand as they gallop over the dunes. They fly over the mountains of dunes
and urge their mighty steeds forward onto the surf hardened sand and continue
to coax their fine mounts faster and faster until they are in a dead run.
Neither horse gives
an inch as their riders lean farther down on their necks to urge them on.
They slide to a halt when they hit the
surf, the man gives the woman an appreciative glance and they turn their horses
away from the ocean and walk them down the beach. The horses walk among the
seashells and rippling surf as the man and woman make small talk while they watch
each other’s bodies move comfortably with the rhythm of their horses.
The man takes in the woman’s movements
like a cat watches a mouse. He enjoys the sleekness of her body, her shining
hair and the confident air she possesses while she appears to be one with her
horse.
She feels his powerful gaze penetrate her
body and makes observations of her own. She felt from the first moment they met
something was drawing them together, his aura is powerful and aloof.
He watches her and looks for answers to
questions not yet asked, his true intentions are disguised and he fences with glances
instead of a sword.
She suspects he wants to feel her out
without letting her know what he wants for reasons known only to himself. She
likes verbal sparring as long as there is no malicious intent and is intrigued
by his interest in her.
What will this encounter on the sand bring?
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