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.