As they catch up,
the bass starts bouncing.
Your fingers gallop across her skin.
Weary-eyed; you pick up speed.

Your heart a steaming engine,
whispering heat from each ventricle.
Pumping into overdrive exhaustively.
Yet, she allows you one last ride.

You give it all you got.
Blood flows madly.
Her eyes light with excitement.
Everything passing blurs.
Absolute serenity.

The motor flatlines, exhausted; empty.
They have you; it's all over.
You're her favorite song, galloping gently.
She's the temperance to your gluttony.
Fallen into arms, the two sob infinitely.