Barbara Gorelick Poet Couplet

Black Leather

I think I’ve lived another life,
Black Leather is my secret vice.
Its smell is faintly naughty…
On my skin it feels quite nice. 

I think I was a wild thing,
Sorry I can not tell for sure.
But when the Angels motor by… 
My thoughts are not so pure.

My dress is so very proper,
My deportment just a dream.
I will not cuss or take a  drink…
I’m so boring I could scream.

But I think it wasn’t always so,
Perhaps Its really just some trick.
Faint visions keep me up at night…
Yikes, I think I was a Harley chick!

Purely fictional! Inspired by a goup of "riders"
..at least 100..that passed me on the freeway.





























































































































..at least 100, that passed
me on the freeway.

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Daver Austin January 24, 2009 at 5:22 AM This is a naughty poem only as one believes in reincarntion. As for myself, I am quite sure, considering my present karma, that I was a hellion. Great write! Love, daver

Raul Moreno January 21, 2009 at 2:10 PM Nice poem BG, I can see the image you painted...Raul

Michael Jordan January 20, 2009 at 8:42 AM Barbara - About the only thing I can say about that is ride it like you stole it - Tha6ts always been my motto - great poem - God Bless, MJ

Sharon Winter January 20, 2009 at 6:23 AM Must be your parallel universe twin sister! Kidding~this was awesome! Love your imagination, it is what keeps us entertained and dreaming after all! As you have entertained us with such a fun write! Have a great day Harley chick! : ) Love, Shar

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire January 19, 2009 at 8:41 PM My Barbeeg, Barbara Jean This is an excellent Couplet except for the part that says YOU are boring I think not check Soup Mail LOVE YOU ALWAYS...HG I'm going back to bed in a half hour Xliamp...HG

Judy Riley January 19, 2009 at 2:25 PM This is way to cute, I loved it. Good couplets, love the humor. I know the sight, I used to hang on "Padre Island" back in the seventies, One time the Hells Angels were suppose to rival with Bandedoes, bikes were everywhere. Fun times, brings back memories, thanks for sharing. Judy Riley