An Eight Second Ride
Run down that runaway train,
Hold on to that wild buck's reins.
It's a crazy adventure
with a beautiful lure.
Oh, kill me with your hands!
Pleasure me in your quick sands!
Set me on fire,
your body is my pyre.
No time to bide
when your drinking cyanide!
A snap of your fingers,
the friction never lingers.
But the fantasies always stay,
your touch keeps me at bay!
Set aside the reasoning words,
Your eyes flutter like the birds.
Your love is fast and furious,
You always leave me curious.
You say the logic is moot
when there is so much to loot.
I'll never leave
you have me by the sleeve.
Your fingerprints mark my body
To set your territory
But in my mind
I know,
I know you are not mine.