broken bikes

of kisses

her lips are like fire,

burning through his

they are much softer

than he had imagined

his fingers trace

the shape of her cheekbones,

they are much sharper

than he had thought

she tastes like triumph,

like determination,

like pride and lust and excitement,

and all of those wonderful things

but he knows

that this will last for a very short while,

because good things

never do last long