I saw her peddling
Her ten speed bike
Beautiful body
Had to look twice
I observed
The bike's leather seat
Slowly being devoured
By the up and down motions
Of her vuluptuousness
Her soft tender
Cellulite free
Thighs and buttoks
As she peddled, peddled
Her loveliness
Into the state
Of her beautiful shape.
Cute William, If more thought like you- There would be more bikers!!! too~ Funny I read this, I just wrote a PowerWalking Poem - hmmm.....Great Motivational Poem I feel! Warm HuGs, Sheee
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