Touching Sage

Today, my mare and I spent some time together as she quietly chewed her grain. We stood in the warm afternoon sun, relaxed in our closeness. I began stroking her back, repetitive long firm touches with the flat of my hands on both sides of her spine. After a while, I switched to a gentle slow circular motion with my fingertips. Sage began to close her eyes.

I worked my way up her neck, feeling areas of tightness melt away under my massage. She sighed deeply and leaned into my body. I traced the lines of her legs from shoulder to hoof, from hip to hoof, again and again. Sage swayed in place to a gentle rhythm of her own. She curved her neck around me and drank in my scent, gentle lips nibbling my skin lightly. Then, we just stood there, my hands on her back, her head pressing me to her body.

At last, a huge sigh escaped her and she returned to her grain, gently blowing a sigh from her nose. I patted her, said, 'Good girl' and left. When I turned to look at her, she was watching me. I smiled and left her alone.

My hands still felt hot and electric from her touch.