The Ride

Two of us, moving The pulsing starts low in the soles of my feet and slowly spreads its teasing ache to my legs my knees thighs The world falls away Steadily the throbbing grows ever-expanding ever more demanding Focusing all thought on its climb I sigh I writhe Wiping the sweat from my eyes I arch my back and breathe deep. It's a lovely day for a motocycle ride

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Skat A

Date: 7/19/2015 5:19:00 PM

enjoyed this one, im a bit scared of motorcycles

Mary Rotman
Date: 7/19/2015 9:57:00 PM

This one was a big old gigantic Honda Gold Wing--a retiree's sightseeing bike. Still, from the moment I gave birth to my oldest, I couldn't bear to ride it because I felt I had too much responsibility at home. I have a couple of questions for you, if that's oK.