Blacktop Romance

(pic of the bike at the bottom)

Long ago the paved road ended and gave way to one seldom traveled. A canopy of branches covered its path, allowing entrance only to the most determined rays of sunlight that met pulverized earth and reflected gold medallions off its cream-white surface.  

My wheels ran quickly over the crunching gravel while small rocks of a stronger variant darted in the rubbery sound of bouncing away from my tire. The sun was falling and pulling with it a sheet of immeasurable color and beauty like one does when yanking bed linens by the corner. A cosmic drain opened and emptied the skin charing heat, and the world responded in mercurial actions of fast-paced lust.