In the middle of struggle she stood stranded
With no peace of mind and  scattered of her destination
The rider approached whose ability could turn events peaceful
Speaking softly, she sought for a transportor to her destination
Come by, he said. She rolled over and sat
Kicking the peddle aside he set off
The nozzle blowing black to the air
She even sat close to his command though in resistance
In a short while she instantly pulled closest to him by the ranges of the blowing wind
Soon after she wore a smile as her lavish her flapped by her back
Leaned forth and held him tight in due of full sureender
Then the man went down the corners over harps and holes
Comfortably she sighed
Unto her known destinaton it was bad to her eyes she had reached for the ride had taken over her
He took her number since he had non phone
She wasnt happy since the number wasnt in her hands
All her hopes laid in waiting for a call
Each vibration almost caused her a heart attack, her biggest wish was to have him for yet another ride another memory