Riding late

If we ride late through wind and night,
then will we find true romance as we race
to destinations we cannot yet place,
and will arrival bring us both delight?
And will you then surrender to my right
to run my hand right down your chest to trace
the contours of your body: let them grace
my dreams today, because the thoughts excite
us both or so it seems; can you deny
that we appear intent upon this course,
if not in body, then at least in mind?
I think romantic thoughts will soon supply
a modicum of proof and the resource
to leave us riding late through night and wind...