STILL I RIDE

STILL I RIDE

Still I ride like Paul Revere, the Lone Ranger on speed,
Still I ride like a man possessed, greedy for the things I need.

A little dash of tenderness completes the recipe,
So I ride your love like tidal waves
That rise from the great salt sea.

Still I ride like a beauty queen or a prince most debonair.
Still I ride like Alladin on his magic carpet rare.

A little pinch of erotic bliss can go a long, long way,
So I ride your body for all I’m worth
From midnight until break of day.

Still you hold me fast and long, a cool, sweet kiss in a private cove
And ravish me with your pirate tongue, ‘til I’ve become your treasure trove.

Still I ride like some dignitary in the Cherry Bloom parade,
Still I ride like mighty Zorro, brandishing his blade.

A smidgeon or two of kindness is all it takes to fan the flame,
So I ride into the brazen wind, calling out your name.

Still I ride with great devotion, still I ride with style and grace.
To the ends of the earth I bravely go, seeking out your precious face.

Still I ride like Captain Ahab, dodging the great white whale and shark,
Discovering you like Chris Columbus, here in the mystic dark.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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