Poetry By Chuck

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Last night I hit one hundred and ten
I felt like flying
from beginning to end
The full moon was shining
off the chrome on my bike
few cars could keep up,
fewer still
could keep me in sight
I ride, I fly,
a chrome demon growling by
I ride towards the moon
flying miles passing so soon
sounding an emotional bell
I ride my Harley
to a personal hell
The Highway screams sky
a hitchhiker nearby
She stands with a thumb
My motor growls
like a brass rimmed drum
I stop, "Get on, lets tell,
"This highway ta go ta hell"

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"SWEET INNOCENT SISTER";
I scream into the night
"LET'S GO TO HELL TOGETHER!"
"On a passion filled flight."

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She rides, legs tight
Her breasts I feel
Her heart beating wildly
Hair a-stream,
like a wet dream
We cross the wild sky
creating havoc
Miles passing by
like a seconds tick
we meld in
anticipations quick
Perverted pleasures
come to mind
I whisper;
"Lets ride to hell"
"Starshine!"

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"SWEET INNOCENT SISTER";
I scream into the night
"LET'S GO TO HELL TOGETHER!"
"On a passion filled flight."

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Gather the power
Create the desire
Fill your hearts
with raging fire
Grab the leather
Forget the weather
Lets go to Harley hell

..TOGETHER!

A deep throaty growl
pants from the bike
Bugs splash
the windshield tonight
The air is warm
and the passion so hot
I feel the trembling
desire, you've got
It brings me to the edge
of need
I respond
by applying
more speed

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"SWEET INNOCENT SISTER";
I scream into the night
"LET'S GO TO HELL TOGETHER!"
"On a passion filled flight."

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 A tongue in cheek look at Riding!   Wonder if its a case of "reach around"?

 

 

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