Poem for her 291

Dear Readers,



Little Red Reading


The bike was going pretty fast
The downhill path was steep
The brakes were not being used
The drop off was just ahead
The thrill of the fall close
Then the air was filled with
Then the dream was suddenly
The room was bright the sun up
The hand on her side warm
The man there stirred
The voice soft and purred

Had that dream again
He asked her
She didn't want to move
His hand was though
Touching her side
Then her elbow
Then the side of her hip
Then he said those words

Soul of my Soul

We can fly you know


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.