Us On a Harley
You are behind me, holding on,
on a seat, made from leather.
While I grip the handle bars,
cruising, in good weather.
Us wearing helmets,
us riding, through wild scenery.
Concentrating am I, of the road,
while your viewing, all that you, can see.
Majestic mountains, upon our, very distance,
while we are down, in the valley below.
You suddenly signal me, with your hand,
daring me, to see, how fast, we can go.
Music being played, through the speakers,
of classic rock, from yester-year.
As I made an attempt, to go faster,
closer toward me, you came near.
The engine was now vibrating,
and from the acceleration, giving out a loud roar.
You then tap me on my shoulder,
signaling, you want to go, as fast, as before.
Continuing, while no other vehicles, were coming,
or any others, going in, the opposite way.
Testing the limits, I see the rest stop,
and able, to then stop, without delay.
Our helmets removed, after I, parked the Harley,
in each other arms, we then stand, face to face.
Excited and heated were you, at this moment,
as your kiss, upon my lips, was then, put into place.
A picnic basket, I grabbed, from the Harley,
putting out the food, for us, to display.
On a blanket, against my chest, you then, lie there,
as I feed you, on this, glorious day.
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