lepiduslight
They shared a history, those wrinkled hands and their partner in the leather. As he curled his fingers around the reins of that horse, he felt the power from this youth coarsing through his nerves, entering his bloodstream, and exploding into virility unknown to his age.
There was something beautiful about the way she looked at him. As though she were caught up in a world of yearning that could be not be described by the pen of man.
And the way he gazed upon her was no different.
With each glance, they seemed to move closer together, that gem-like appearance in her eyes intense. And with each movement, it seemed to pull their souls away. As though they were shy, but physically incapable of fighting the strength of that draw.