A warm breeze crosses her face,
the smell of exhaust is not
completely unpleasant.
The engine is almost too loud to speak over.
They don their helmets
and lower the visors.
She perches on the seat behind him
and leans forward.
Her arms circle his waist.
She can picture the smile on his face
as he turns his head in question.
She gives a nod and an extra squeeze
as answer.
He bounces on the seat once
twice
rolls forward
and then they are off.
Their hearts beat faster
as the trees and fields whiz by
in a blur of greens and tans.
The warmth between them,
her breast pressed against his back,
connects them.
They become one
as they speed down the country roads.
© Elizabeth Cordes 2012
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