Your arms wrapped around my waist,
head resting gently on my shoulder,
knees squeezing along my thighs,
we move faster and it gets colder.

The hum of restless horses,
I lean in and you lean back,
the tail end slides out from under,
I lose control and you lose track.

Perhaps I should have slowed
when we took that hairpin curve,
but it was an adrenaline rush
I should have known you’d lose your nerve.

M. Zane McClellan

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