On a midnight ride

To Ada Ryan Gardens,

Our inhibitions would no abide

Love and lust - had no pardons.

Under the many brilliant stars

And in the darkened trees,

We hear passing bikes and passing cars

Our lovemaking's hard - our lust is free.

With your perfect strokes

That makes me wriggle,

And connected - our thoughts provokes

Then with spontaneity - we both did giggle.

Lovemaking in the bushes and plants

All over with and done,

Has added - to our relationship - new slants

Our love is deep and true - yet fun...