I want to ride you,
The way a surfer rides a wave, smooth, rough, practiced precise!
I want to ride you the way my words ride through your mind, sinking DEEPER and DEEPER so that with every s.y.l.l.a.b.u.l. your caught in the verbal web.
I want to ride you!
The way a small child rides the merry go round, the soft innocence, the up and down motion not so practiced no need for precision.
I want to ride you!
Like an airplane all turbulence baby!
I want to ride you because you are a Motorcycle and I have wanted you all my life! But unfortunately I have no license and have had no lessons so, instead I look at you and wait....
short and sweet...
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