The Bike Ride - TFSneider
The Bike Ride
byTFSneider
I love the thunder in the bike I ride
Soft hands ‘n legs on my sides.
A scold in my ear when I rub her thigh
Then she squeezes me; wonder why?!
You cannot imagine… how high.
Down twisting paths 'mid the trees,
Sometimes peppered by flies and bees,
Enjoying the smells sure to please,
While cruising within the forest breeze.
You cannot imagine… how high.
The deer running back in the bush.
The opposing cars passing, "Swoosh!"
Up the hill, “Engine, give a push!”,
I'm glad the road is smooth and flush.
You cannot imagine… how high.
The non-biker just doesn't know
Why this love can heal your soul.
How the power and the purr.
For many an illness I have a cure.
How high? ... NIRVANA
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