The Wild Ride
I lie here watching you
eyes half lidded with bliss.
I match my rhythm
with your own.
Gradually, the trot turns
to a full blown gallop.
We struggle to sit the saddle,
to prevent descending over the edge,
concentration stays our course.
At the end we radiate,
reveling at the wild ride.
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