I am already on the bend
but well
it is not a sharp bend
not a twist
is lenient way
with light hills
and fine views
from nearby hills
wind is flying for me
after the back
warm, and as nice
as your lips, in the touch.
when we are slating
the acceleration into the bottom
it is perceptible, and we feel
quickened pulse
and desire
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