A holiday ride with her...

The young breeze like a clandestine
Desperate lover full of her joyous kisses
Dashed me on my face...
Going up the national holiday bridge
As I was then...taking her into me...

'Let's go up this road...let's just keep going...following this long stretch of highway...'
She whispered into my ears
I felt the ends of her hair
Touching my shoulder...
Got the scent of flowers
Into me like pollen grains colored yellow and white...

So I kept going...
Up the bridge...
At toll plaza the man waved...
Smiling...to me perhaps...
Seeing smile in my lips...

The toll ticket kept on the dashboard
Danced for a few moments...
Before catching my clandestine lover's anchal...
Settled down quiet...

And we rode...
Me...
My youngish breeze...

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