I can see your anticipation as you get ready for my ride
you climb in to me and I can feel your pulse quickening
You strap yourself in and hold on to me tight
Climbing up my first hill you are a little nervous
but after the first drop you are screaming for more
You ride up and down on my tracks
twisting and turning with me
The last few minutes of my ride
you are coming unglued
this ride has left you exhilerated
and begging for another turn.
phil-carcione@comcast.net
I've missed reading you work so I thought I'd drop by. This is quite the piece with all the double entendre. I liked it but of course I would.
~Phil~
beautiful poem
phil-carcione@attbi.com
Where can I get a fistfull of tickets?
Amarيa tomar ese viaje maravilloso.
~Phil~