i was nervous,
i don't know whether you sensed it.
my first time,
i wrapped my arms around,
held onto you as you went as fast as you could.
my face resting on your shoulder,
my heart felt warm and coy,
i closed my eyes
as you were finally making me fly.
you'd promised me you would
and now that we were here,
you wouldn't know this
but there were tears in my eyes,
the ones that are the good kind.
i held you as close as i could,
afraid to let go,
i asked you to slow down
when i couldn't take it anymore.
these moments between us
will take my breath away,
quite literally as i bless myself and pray.
my gasps were evident
as you broke our speed,
my legs now ache,
between my thighs and knees.
but i just might do this again,
take in the risk and fun,
like playing with a gun,
living between life and death.
who knew i'd sit with you on your bike
and you'll keep your word to make me fly,
and glide and slide and slice and everything nice,
but too sad
you won't understand
any of these sexual innuendos
i say like all times.
