my bicycle.
woman lying down.
one leg.
me on my size...
coming and going...
styles...
point of no return...
"STOP!"
wasn't on the pill.
she phoned from
the hospital.
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| I was riding my bicycle. |
When I saw a woman lying down. |
We fooled around. | Until she was ready. |
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| First she opened one leg. |
Then the other... | I put it in. | She complemented me on my size... |
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| ...and weight. | After a lot of coming and going... |
...we tried different styles... |
...and speeds. |
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| When I reached the point of no return... |
...she shouted "STOP!" |
She said she wasn't on the pill. |
My exitement died. |
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| Nine months later she phoned from the hospital. |
I was a father. | My world collapsed. | I now walk. |