Did you ever wonder,
What I see.
When I climb on the back of the seat,
In the hot summer sun.
In the sweltering heat.
One
taunt muscled arms.
Leaned over holding the handles tight.
Two
grooves at the waist
Begging to be gripped tight.
Three
a deep valley where a bead of sweat
trickles down disappearing beneath denim.
Four
an ass so firm.
That a palm aches to caress it
As it flexes and relaxes.
Five
thighs bigger than my hand
To keep me in place
as you adjust your stick.
The view back here
Makes things come to life.
But the hard hum of the bike
Take me to a blissful death.
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