The wheels roll underneath me, Engine rumbles, landscape flies,
The road opens out before us,
Clouds dot gray winter skies.
Wind roars through my helmet,
Deafening all sound outside my head.
I hear my soul singing through,
Past tears I once had shed.
Feel the hurt of old wounds,
Then the rush of your body, hard,
Pressed up against my open soul,
Soothing all which had been scarred.
In chaos I hear nothing,
But the whispers of last night,
Your heavy breath of lustful passion,
Sends my heart in blissful flight.
I squeeze you ever tighter,
You pull the throttle closer still,
My life abandoned to you,
My essence at your will.
The rush of air envelopes me,
And washes out my sighs,
From memories of love we made,
Still wet between my thighs.
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