I plan to ride you tonight
Through the streets we'll fly
Steering us to the spot
The one we personify
Low rumble of the engine
Makes it hard to sit
I long to be on top
Something I must admit
My trusty ride awaits
Revving up the road
To heights beyond the sky
Places we can explode
Only you can take me there
Jump right on your back
I'll tell you when we're close
Coming to our cul-de-sac
8/20/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
