beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


climb on

we are heading out

under a sky bruised like

your skin after we are done

The throttle turns

The clutch bites

Your breath is sweet and warm

Against my neck

My leather dreams

Taking us faster

Than your fears

The world reaches for us

But we ride, little girl,

I’m ogoing to ride somewhere

I can be alone with you

Show you how a king makes

His queen a kingdom

Amidst the silence

Then home again

Because I take you

With me




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