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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