All too fast,
But all too good,
Pleasureable, not resistable,
But what could she do?
Too fast, oh yes,
Just right, she could feel it,
All her tension, the unfortunate pain,
It just faded right away.
The breeze hitting her face,
She rode it, without a helmet,
It was worth the risk,
The unending pleasure.
She stopped and looked up,
Hitting the brakes, shaded,
Flipped her hair, and looked around,
Now she was ready for another day.
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My Book Of Poetry✧
PoetrySad poems, happy poems, love poems... Might contain triggering themes such as depression, gore and other horror themes. Happy Reading!!💜❤️ ✨💙✨
