Riding in the Dark

Riding in the Dark

Medicatedpowder

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Thu, Sep 24, 2015

Poetry

I put a leg over the saddle and fired up the engine. Anxious to see you I rode fast and straight. it was dark and calm and cool outside. My heart raced and the engine pumped the exhaust cried out when I arrived you were there on the porch, waiting for me. I was so excited I almost tripped on the curb. You opened the door and despite wanting to kiss you I froze...in awe of you the static in the air Then we left together i turned the wrong way, and you laughed. Finally on the road your arms around me peace and serenity the corners were shaped perfectly your legs wrapped around me then the highway... 50...55...75...100 miles per hour weaving between cars and riding with the wind The way i feel near you is like riding on the wind with your arms around me and my hand holding yours the closest i've come to perfect happiness

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