I Love the Way You Look

I love the way you look as you ride me, 
Face flushed and out of breath. 
Faster. Faster. 
When you grip me, 
For a moment, I feel like I’m flying. 
Almost there. 
I pick up speed. 
Metal scratching 
Chains creaking 
But our parts clasp tight as we go for more rounds. 
Then your stamina runs out, 
We take it slow, 
Enjoying the view 
And when you finally catch your breath 
We go home