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