He Does Not Know He is Beautiful

Start with his heart,

Bold and beautiful.

Hers races to catch his.

Alas, his is too fast.

Bounding and leaping

Strong, graceful and alert.

Eyes wide and ears perked.

The first scent of danger and he bounds off.

Graceful, majestic.

Long, strong, beautiful strides.

A gentle moment, just a nibble of grass.

Soft and sweet.

The fresh smell and taste of the tender blade.

The smell of excitement.

Unfamiliar, his heart pounds.

A change in the air.

He is awakened.

A new sense of bold.

An itch and new tendrils of blood.

Engorged and growing.

An urge to thrust and rub.

Young and tender, just his size.

He thrusts, the satisfaction of just the right spot.

Faster and harder.

Thrust, rub, release.

Freedom from the itch.

Bounding off.

His thirst burns.

A cool crisp drink.

Alas, his reflection.

The weight of his head,

The broad shoulders.

His pleasure ripples through him.

He did not know!

His innocence.

He did not realize!

Shy, timid no more.

Head raised high and proud.

A new bold walk.

Less fear.

Calmness.

A sureness in his gait.

He searches.

Pounding, racing.

Chasing.

A gentle frolic.

Her heart timid and frightened.

His smell excites her.

His raw power.

Strong, young, bold.

He acts indifferent and knows she watches.

Allowed to walk with him.

Following as he leads.

Running together.

Hearts racing together.

Stop!

Fear, panic.

He tries to stop her.

She does not notice he stopped.

She does not sense his fear.

Careless, and foolish.

She races.

The noise resounds through the trees.

The sharp clack.

She falls.

He sees.

Watching, a stillness.

She is gone.