Prix Nikita de Sibir. The diamond of Novosibirsk.
When you appear my heart starts pounding in my throat. Your presence brightens the week and even more. When I think of you I see the sun reflecting on the golden domes of the Alexander Nevski-cathedral. I see the river Ob, blue and clear, that can sweep my feet and can carry me where ever it wants. I see your people, passionate about their city. They remind me of your...
Read morePrix Nikita de Sibir. The diamond of Novosibirsk.
When you appear my heart starts pounding in my throat. Your presence brightens the week and even more. When I think of you I see the sun reflecting on the golden domes of the Alexander Nevski-cathedral. I see the river Ob, blue and clear, that can sweep my feet and can carry me where ever it wants. I see your people, passionate about their city. They remind me of your golden hair, your blue eyes and your red lips.
When I ride you and follow your curves, your bends challenge my thighs and push me to my limit to finish until the end. You show me everything you have to offer and delight me with your views. I can see the hills up north before I reach them and I understand that they are going to take away the strength out of me after I passed them. And while descending them I will start heading south, the basin of the Ob river awaits. I take my time to admire the surroundings. The finish nears when I ride to the center of you. Exhausted I am when I reach the finishline and have conquered you.
Laying on my back in the Central Siberian Botanical Garden I think back of what I experienced and I smile. Prix Nikita de Sibir, I am your prize and you are mine.
