Your chest against my sloped back.
Wind kissing my face,
tips of my feet grazing the sides of those wheels and gears.
I grip you for dear life...
I feel your rhythmic deep, deep breathing against my ear.
Wonder if those are the sounds you'd make if we made love...
Riding on your handle bars,
world spinning, your presence dizzying.
Thoughts of falling...
This is what makes me feel alive.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 9:51 AM UTC
Your chest against my sloped back.
Wind kissing my face,
tips of my feet grazing the sides of those wheels and gears.
I grip you for dear life...
I feel your rhythmic deep, deep breathing against my ear.
Wonder if those are the sounds you'd make if we made love...
Riding on your handle bars,
world spinning, your presence dizzying.
Thoughts of falling...
This is what makes me feel alive.
