A Ride To Last

Going for a ride on a motorcycle...

I climb you

You cheer.

I touch your hand

You come alive.

I step on your foot

You roar.

Another caress on your hand

You are ready.

 

We are off

Alone...Together...

We journey passionately

To a world of freedom

Of love...

 

I touch you a bit harder

You respond eagerly.

You roll faster...fast...faster

I feel you

You are alive under me.

 

Such rush...

Don't stop...

You can't stop...

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Very nice. I don't do two wheels anymore. Was in an accident that left me with a fifty thousand dollar leg. So now I have a convertible instead...still get the wind and sun on four wheels. I enjoyed.

[Catlen]

Thank you for reading it! :)))

[Antoñyo]

OmG, what's with the bike, you tease!
I can possibly be the only one...n'ermind!

Thanks for the share

[minisla]

The best feeling in the world. Freedom each time

[Catlen]

Thank you :))))))

[R J Askew]

That hog needs a firm hand to keep him in check, but with the right control will never disappoint on an open road. Your poem catches the excitment of the machine.