Saturday, April 12, 2014

Built for speed.


Built for speed.


Go. ride,
follow the wind,
I'm not alone
when I'm smiling with love.
she has the beauty,
I have the brawn,
but nothing compares,
to feeling her warm,
her scent and her adoration,
with freshness now born.
gold the flower
seen by my eyes,
tempted to wander
so far in these skies.
lustrous and wondrous,
called by divine,
boy am I glad,
that she
is all mine...!