I sat down on the back
On the back of his bike
He started taking off
And I held on for dear life
He said: hold on to me
And so I held on tight
I squeezed his waist and closed my eyes
While he led us through the night
I turned my head
Inhaled his scent
I even kissed his back
But very slightly
He didn't know
I even kissed his back
The aching in my legs
Faded to the background
His scent his heartbeat him everywhere
I took it in and didn't make a sound
All too soon the ride was over
I had to let him go
And even though I didn't want to
I had to cause I love him so
He waited with me on the bench
We waited for the train
We waited till the whistle sounded
Now a memory is all that'll remain
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Poems of a troubled soul 1
PoesiaMy collection of self-written poetry part 1! I hope you enjoy ❤ The cover was made by the incredibly talented Melonarte //FB, Tumblr, Instagram//
