electric blue motorbike

she has set her gaze on a quiet boy who rides an electric blue motorbike. always she has looked haphazardly at the world of men, dabbling here, drowning there. she has made her share of mistakes and she has shared her share of sloppy kisses. but it has only been now that she is taking aim with the purest of intentions. she wants to ride on that bike. she watches him, a new sense of calm she is only now learning to appreciate. it's simple really, good things usually are. she wants the wind in his hair to tickle her face. she wants to steady herself with the pressure of her thighs on his. she wants a life that has been going ever so slowly ever so safely to jump on the back of that fast moving motorbike. she is hoping he will pop a wheely. she asks him for a ride. he hands her a helmet. she shakes her head no. she is going to give trusting a try.