Ode to Bicycle

no matter how many times
i strap on this helmet
measure my miles
and make these turns

riding on you is like
the first kiss that i have
kept trapped inside my
fantasies for so long
that my lips (legs) move
into yours as
deliciously as love, love,
love in its purest form.

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