First Ride

You pulled up to my spot and asked if I wanted a ride.

Your vehicle was fully equipped and had a fresh paint job on its side.

When I was handed a helmet, I was afraid deep down inside.

But that motor bike made me show excitement I couldn't hide.

I slid on slowly atop of the seat.

It was so wide that I was cautiously on the tip toes of my feet.

As long and wild as it is, I refuse to admit defeat.

If I can withstand the ride, then I'll be in for a treat.

At first, you went slowly.

I was told to hold on because, how to ride, you'd show me.

My legs shook early on so you growled, "Just hold me!"

My head got light and I started to loosen up wholly.

You soon sped up, baby.

I knew exactly where you were trying to take me.

It seemed like your shot was always aimed at me.

So, I rode that muthafucka until the tank was empty.