Love?
We had to get used to each other, it was a bit like dancing for a little while.
Treading lightly, measuring my every move, getting used to the physical part of it; us responding to each others' movement.
My hands clenching too hard, then relaxing, my thighs flexing, then finding the perfect rhythm, moving just so. Swaying this way, then that.
After a while, I let go of myself, in total abandon.
I could barely breathe, my heart was racing and I was gasping for air; it felt like we had become one.
I could smell my own perspiration, feel small beads of sweat form on my upperlip and drops of it trickle down my spine. I felt like I could do it no more, like I was going to collapse in a sweaty heap, but I kept going, moving steadily, rhythmically, while my head was spinning and thoughts dissolving, blown away to who knows where.
I think I am in love.
With my new old bike.
Treading lightly, measuring my every move, getting used to the physical part of it; us responding to each others' movement.
My hands clenching too hard, then relaxing, my thighs flexing, then finding the perfect rhythm, moving just so. Swaying this way, then that.
After a while, I let go of myself, in total abandon.
I could barely breathe, my heart was racing and I was gasping for air; it felt like we had become one.
I could smell my own perspiration, feel small beads of sweat form on my upperlip and drops of it trickle down my spine. I felt like I could do it no more, like I was going to collapse in a sweaty heap, but I kept going, moving steadily, rhythmically, while my head was spinning and thoughts dissolving, blown away to who knows where.
I think I am in love.
With my new old bike.
Comments
really great post
kudos kudos kudos
Haha =). Good one, too: "you *know* when you've been danced!".
@Nix:
Thank you =). You fine there in Brasiu ?
Bike away...
Mabye we should race sometime?
I'll give you a 5 K or five minutes head start.
I'll race you anytime. No head start needed, but thanks =).