The Passion On A Chrome Machine by Terrie*

I don't want to look back on time
and say
I didn't give life a chance

so when he asked
if I wanted a ride
upon this chrome Beast
i gave him this look and
i said let's

so he helped me on
and placed a helmet on my head

into the sunset he and I rode
every pleasure
every passion
came alive

the beast became a part of me
i became very alive
I held on to him so tight
leaned my head upon his back
as I enjoyed
the passions that streamed deep inside

he could feel how I felt
just by the way that my arms
were wrapped around him so tight
as my hands massaged
he felt my heart moan
as my body spoke to his

soon we were together
sharin' the floor
in front of the fireplace
sharin' our passion
at that little cabin
over looking the waterfall up the hill

barb (216.191.83.194) -- Saturday, May 21 2005, 07:07 pm

sounds nice
You know Terrie I don't find Motorcycles appealing, but your writing let me see how special they can be,The romance,the cloesness, the freedom.Thanks for the change of mind.

Terrie* (65.148.212.48) -- Saturday, May 21 2005, 07:49 pm

my husband was different t
yea, it does provide closeness, but then my husband was so different than any other man i have ever met, he was more than words.. he went the extra mile , never too busy for me..and i in return was always there for him. he was my freedom thanx for your warm compliment, it meant alot

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