let me up grade your ride
with pink tires that spin
with sleazy innuendoes
wheels that whirl past wildflowers
along the road
and leave rainbow skidmarks
on my sweaty reflections
the tires will be girly-girl
but i know you as a woman
i try to be the excitement
in your ride up the slope
of pleasure
and the weeeeeeee
of your glide down
the gravity filled
rush of the delight
around spinning
axels and spokes
my kiss and your hips
a mixture of perhaps
and maybe
caught together
in a delicious bit
of momentum