Friday, August 5, 2011

My Lover

My lover is my bike
I ride hir long and hard and often
When I sit on hir, our cocks rub together as we
take bumps and glide around corners
we go everywhere together
going like there is no tomorrow
because there might not be

As we mesh together
becoming one
as the muscle
and grease
strain together

The street becomes out bed
and our destination
our orgams

Except on the days we ride with no place to go
those days we push each other to see what we’ve got
how far we can go
and then when we are spent
wanting more
we lay at rest
Awaiting the next ride.

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