Pedals - Poem by Nicholas Peter
Pedals of tight red color,
upon the body.
They fall softly,
causing twitch after twitch,
of small pleasure.
Your femininity forces a rise,
like a fish out of the water,
gasping for air.
But soon after,
it is done,
and it all comes crashing back to reality.
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