motorcycle
you scared to me but I had taste of her memory
to seat to me behind you
in its motorcycle I think my fingers
I maintained
its waist.
and memory to watch my head in its shoulder in the rear view
mirror. and I smiled, because it was its shoulder as it felt me more
comfortable with you, I moved my head nearer its neck, smelled its
Colony, felt the heat to radiate of its skin.
you scared to me I tightened your waist every time I thought that you
must have used the brakes but still I seated behind you in addition, was
a good excuse to cling to you.
