Lucky Wheels

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Liar
Liar
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she loves to take it
dangerously close
to destroying knees
in curves not made
for two wheels

to grip the piston pouding
madness machine
below between
aching thighs
and make it a part
of her screaming spine

rubber bleeds
asphalt cries
pumping horizontal
 hollering high
 and the world spins
  pivots around a spot
   far back there
     over her shoulder

        clinging on
         closing eyes

         to ride it out
        Jedi style

     for roads
   knowing
  her last beat
 just might be now
 she adds some extra
just in case

to savor
what she has
and who she is
to be
in spite of it all
alive

Liar
Liar
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damppantiesdamppantiesover 19 years ago
Woohooooo!

Love the woman and love her motorcycles, addicted to her words and now yours too.

That was a lovely write for my 'bestest motorcycle gal'. :)

Honey123Honey123over 19 years ago
Take a ride!!

Liar, that poem makes me want to straddle something hot and take it to the edge and beyond!

Nice work...

Create tribute to a hot woman as well!

*Honey

ABSTRUSEABSTRUSEover 19 years ago
Fabulous!

You captured everything perfectly. Genius.

lucky-E-levenlucky-E-levenover 19 years ago
Fuck Yes!!

The day those words don't completely and utterly make me tremble with sensation, need and desire is the day that I am dead. Fan-fucking-tastic, Liar! Now climb aboard and let me take you for a ride.

~lucky

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
My favorite curve

I remember leaning hard into that one, just before the tire grip gave out

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